With love like this, who needs miracles?
I wanted to make a separate post about this, because the entire magic-show story in GO2 makes me feral.
Like, for a lot of reasons, but especially for how they both pull off something amazing despite being cut off from miracles entirely. And for the same reason.
Crowley has never used a firearm. His finger is visible shaking on the trigger. But if he misses, Aziraphale will be discorporated, violently. So he doesn’t miss. That bullet flies true, a beautiful shot. You’d think it was miraculous, but we know better.
Aziraphale is terrible at magic. He fumbles multiple tricks before this scene. But if he messes up swapping those photos, Crowley gets dragged down to Hell. So he doesn’t mess up. For once in his life, he pulls off a brilliant feat of sleight-of-hand. And it’s not a miracle at all.
The point of all this, I’m certain, is showing us how strongly they care about each other. So strongly, it bends the laws of probability. When they have to protect each other, when the other needs them, they don’t fail. ‘I got it right the time that mattered.’ You sure did, Aziraphale. You both did.
And looking at this, and the way their joint miracle turned out to be insanely powerful, it’s becoming clear that their connection is potent. And it’s a power that Heaven and Hell can’t take away.
Which matters a lot, because I don’t think humans are going to save the day this time. I think Crowley and Aziraphale are going to bear the burden this time. Not without help, I’m sure, but they’re not bystanders this time. They’re being positioned on the front lines of this catastrophe. It’s their problem to figure out. And they have the power to do it, but to tap into it, they have to be together.
(Yeah, sorry fellas, the fate of the world rests on you two making up. No pressure.)
But it’ll be okay. Because they get it right when it matters.
I continue to drown in my feelings.
