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Caphiel, I don't-- I know I have to fight, but--

[there are cries of 'Prepare to charge!' and 'Down on my call!' from far away. Aziraphale looks small. He looks afraid and hurt and deeply betrayed. ]

Hasn't this gone on long enough? Isn't there anything we can say to make them stop?[[Because coming back from home, eating something and immediately

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[voice]

[leaveit2deutsch]

What? What's going on?

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[He whips around, wondering where this sound is coming from. Such an unrefined sound, in this place... (no offense, of course)]

We're fighting-- isn't it-- clear?

[voice]

[leaveit2deutsch]

....there's more fighting? What are we fighting over now?

[voice]

[merelymisplaced]

We're fighting over-- For the honour of...

In His name! [It sounds weak, like it's recited from somewhere.]