Shown by the disgusted indifferent glance that slices toward him. And then Lucifer, making the statement about it being not then, but now.
The better isn't the torture exposition going on in front of all of them, but the fact she can squint at the contorting body and screaming woman and for a moment be incredibly petty and envision it's Lucifer, be glad Michael's inconvenienced by his own idiocy. Even if there's a oily slick part of her stomach that turns over thinking about the people all three angels right next to her decided to put themselves inside.
It doesn't stick long, though, and what with the screaming and bone cracking and that fact she's not sure she would wish this on her worst enemy, she missed Lucifer's first few steps away. There are so many ways to have made this quick, clean, and over. That other set of words plays over when she winces a little, holding her shoulders and spine stiff enough they don't move still.
Jo doesn't want to know what this sadistic little backwater does to its own or why Michael's content enough he's long term stayed in the compound of them, working people among them. Or maybe it's that it makes a lot more fucking sense that he does. She was fucking idiot to have believed any of it.
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Michael's comment makes it better.
Shown by the disgusted indifferent glance that slices toward him.
And then Lucifer, making the statement about it being not then, but now.
The better isn't the torture exposition going on in front of all of them, but the fact she can squint at the contorting body and screaming woman and for a moment be incredibly petty and envision it's Lucifer, be glad Michael's inconvenienced by his own idiocy. Even if there's a oily slick part of her stomach that turns over thinking about the people all three angels right next to her decided to put themselves inside.
It doesn't stick long, though, and what with the screaming and bone cracking and that fact she's not sure she would wish this on her worst enemy, she missed Lucifer's first few steps away. There are so many ways to have made this quick, clean, and over. That other set of words plays over when she winces a little, holding her shoulders and spine stiff enough they don't move still.
Jo doesn't want to know what this sadistic little backwater does to its own or why Michael's content enough he's long term stayed in the compound of them, working people among them. Or maybe it's that it makes a lot more fucking sense that he does. She was fucking idiot to have believed any of it.