[The photos are safe in his hands and he can't see anything that indicates Anderson has holy water on him, so Crowley feels safe enough to sneer at the man.]

You think I want to be forgiven? To go back to Heaven, all high and mighty where they think they're meant to treat billions of human lives as collateral in their dick measuring contest? [Crowley doesn't, for one second, believe that the war was about anything more than Heaven trying to prove themselves more powerful than Hell.] The reason he didn't fall is because he's the only bloody good angel left amongst their ranks, and even God has the sense to see that. It's the only right thing She's done in a few millennia.

[Being angry about falling, being angry about being made unforgivable isn't the same as wanting it to be undone. He just — he wishes he'd had a choice.]