"Yes, my father had a theme. Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Sandalphon. But not everyone has an angelic name. My brother, Bartemius, or Barty, does not. He is named after a certain blind man. The Gospel of Mark had a man named Bartimaeus healed by Jesus as he is leaving Jericho." Aziraphale explained as they walked together, happy to explain his favourite brother's name in great detail. Even if Barty hated it and would rather have any other name.

"Like me? Well, no."

Aziraphale said that with a dead certainty as he adjusted his nag and followed his new friend out of the dark alleyway. "They are all very -- different. They are much more -- devout. I suppose. And more focused. Active with the church. They don't believe in-in a lot of ... things." Aziraphale awkwardly explained, knowing he was weird and unusual. It wasn't something he was proud of. He knew what people thought of him.