Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.
Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.
We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.
Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?