Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman. Good signs (№ 374215)

- What you did was just low - Aziraphale said, stepping through the empty corridor.
- What did I do? said Crowley, opening one door after another.
Where people shoot each other!
- Exactly, and so what? No one forced them. They themselves wanted. I just helped them. Think of it as a world in miniature. Free will for all. And complete the inconceivable, isn't it?
Aziraphale stared at him.
- Okay. Really don't want to kill - sadly admitted Crowley. All miraculously saved. Otherwise, what's the fun in that?
Aziraphale calmed down.
- You know, Crowley, "he began," I always said that actually, deep inside, you...
- Okay, okay! snapped Crowley. - Will you be giving now the whole of God's light?