Well, you're quite the genius, Crowley. Oh yes. What a fucking masterplan. 'Drive people away so they don't get hurt.' 'Singe their fingers so they don't get burned alive.' 'Make the angel hate you, so he doesn't Fall.' Brilliant.

Ironically enough, like so many of your grand schemes, it seems to have worked in the end.

Except for this. How do I even begin to...

He touched my wings.