Aziraphale remembered the feeling of tears, the way they had fallen as freely as the cries from his lips. He remembered the despair and anger. How it had burned in him and showed his true form, rising him up to take to the air, to fly so hard and fast that the sky began to darken around him, the thin and frozen air causing the tears upon his cheeks to break away and fall a thousand feet to mix with the rain of a storm that raged far below him.
Yes. He remembered that day.
