Crowley was beginning to reevaluate his position here, and this entire bloody institute. At first, it had been easy enough to assume that everyone (more or less, himself included) was a demon here (with the exception of Aziraphale) but this was seeming to be less and less the case.
That this entire thing was set up by hell was still without question. There was no other way his not-quite-but-more-or-less divine powers could be stifled so, and no other source would want to. (Well, technically, Upstairs could manage just as well as Downstairs, but demons and torture and all that hadn't been Their gig for Millenia.)
So. If the patients were all stuck here, inflicted with the same torments, most of them should be safely non-demonic entities. The staff, on the other hand, were something else entirely. (Which meant his roommate did perhaps just have the most unfortunate name in the world.)
Crowley stared at Light for a few seconds after making these conclusions. There was something about him, something he could almost - righteous. Somebody was righteous. He'd seen it enough times to know. Interesting.
"It does make a semblance of sense. There's a considerable amount of effort going into all of this, and if we all die off during nightshift, it kills the fun - and the plans - of whomsoever is in charge. Or maybe it's a test, for all of us here. I'm assuming the unpleasant voice over the intercom was the man responsible for all of this?"
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That this entire thing was set up by hell was still without question. There was no other way his not-quite-but-more-or-less divine powers could be stifled so, and no other source would want to. (Well, technically, Upstairs could manage just as well as Downstairs, but demons and torture and all that hadn't been Their gig for Millenia.)
So. If the patients were all stuck here, inflicted with the same torments, most of them should be safely non-demonic entities. The staff, on the other hand, were something else entirely. (Which meant his roommate did perhaps just have the most unfortunate name in the world.)
Crowley stared at Light for a few seconds after making these conclusions. There was something about him, something he could almost - righteous. Somebody was righteous. He'd seen it enough times to know. Interesting.
"It does make a semblance of sense. There's a considerable amount of effort going into all of this, and if we all die off during nightshift, it kills the fun - and the plans - of whomsoever is in charge. Or maybe it's a test, for all of us here. I'm assuming the unpleasant voice over the intercom was the man responsible for all of this?"