This is a joke, right? One of those entirely unfunny jokes?
His stomach lurches in five directions at once as he takes in the facts of the situation: Crowley is hurt, and badly. Crowley is confused. Crowley's thinking of a very different war. None of this is a joke.
He answers automatically, mouth gone dry:] Yes.
[Forgetting himself, forgetting where they are, he half expects to be zapped by God's annoyed wrath at any moment.
No zap comes.]
...yes. I β I do, I've come to help you. You're hurt.
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This is a joke, right? One of those entirely unfunny jokes?
His stomach lurches in five directions at once as he takes in the facts of the situation: Crowley is hurt, and badly. Crowley is confused. Crowley's thinking of a very different war. None of this is a joke.
He answers automatically, mouth gone dry:] Yes.
[Forgetting himself, forgetting where they are, he half expects to be zapped by God's annoyed wrath at any moment.
No zap comes.]
...yes. I β I do, I've come to help you. You're hurt.