Turning his back on God and heaven was a terrifying thought but he didn't know what else to do. He wasn't strong enough to fight like this or brave enough to stand up to them. Right now, the best he could do was hide behind his brother and try not to entirely lose his nerve and run back upstairs.

"I--I think ... I think I just don't quite understand it all. Perhaps I will and then I will repent and pray but if God is kind and loving, why would any love be so terrible? I think I have to take time and--and, you know, think on it. A little. It's good to think." Aziraphale stuttered, never the most bold when it came to his siblings but of course he wasn't. Look at them. All adults, all older and glaring at him. Aziraphale had zero resolve.

Luckily, he had Barty to hide behind and hold onto.

"Then think upstairs, in your room, and you will see the light. If you leave now, you leave for good."

"Really? Oh. Well. I mean --" Aziraphale looked around the dark and shivered a little. "It's a shame you think like that." Especially Sandalphone. And whatever the fuck he was thinking. Because it was gross. He spoke quietly now, fingers in Barty's coat. "I wish to leave..."