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"Tell us, is Valentine Prince the Midnight sentinel?" The inspector asked the girl sitting across the table opposite him. She didn't answer the question, she asked another one. "Did you harm his mother?" "Why does that matter? Answer my question!" The inspector said. "It's all that matters." She said. "I'd advise you, if she's in your custody, do not harm her, let her go." "What does all this have to do with my question?" The inspector asked. "This Midnight sentinel, he's dangerous isn't he? That's why you guys want to detain him, right?" The girl asked. "Yes, that's why I need you to answer my question." The inspector said. "Well however dangerous you think this Midnight sentinel is, let me make one thing clear Valentine Prince is far worse and his mother is the only thing holding him back." She said ominously. "Harm a hair on her head and the Midnight sentinel will be the least of your worries."
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"Oh. Yeah." Crowley shuffled his feet, looking surprisingly boyish. "Come to New York with me tomorrow?" Aziraphale blinked. "Why?" "To see how Warlock is doing," Crowley said, as if that was obvious. "Warlock?" He blinked again, and Crowley looked annoyed. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was, "You were the one who suggested killing the boy." "It wasn't personal." Crowley took off his dark glasses, apparently the better to glare at him. "He's still our kid." "B-but, Crowley, he's not our kid," Aziraphale said helplessly, wondering if Crowley was going insane or if he was. "You're a terrible father for an angel," Crowley said, accusingly. "I'm a demon, and I make a far better mother." --- Aziraphale is almost certain that Crowley is only being perverse. But demons are unaccountable creatures, and Aziraphale finds himself flying to New York with him anyway.

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