I know. S'why it threw me off guard. You just - those humans could've been nothing to you. They barely live more than a century, and the Almighty had just cast them out anyway, and there you go giving them a holy flaming sword -

[ He can hear the weariness in Aziraphale's voice - the weight of those millennia of feeling so utterly alone, even when surrounded by those who were supposed to be friends and allies - it could be absolutely crushing.

He presses a few kisses onto Aziraphale's shoulder, to let him know he's not alone. That he's very much loved and adored. ]

Couple of misfits, you and me. Something must've gone a bit wrong when She made us - never fit in anywhere but here.