Aziraphale is silent as he steps forward and his pupils a bright white light, as his hands are pale, normal skin tone, but the tips of his fingers are white, as he makes a breath. His wings stretched from behind his back, two pairs with eyes on the joints.

"Crowley." He looked at the demon, blinking as his eyes returned to normal. Over the millenia, it was obvious the angel had changed drastically, holding a blank gaze. But truly, the angel couldn't help but hold regret as he looked at him.