"It would be awfully judgmental of me since I've killed for you, but I've been a murderer since the dawn of time," it's spoken so offhand, but Lucifer is focused so much on cutting and peeling that he doesn't much pause to think.

Istredd too much thinking, Lucifer not enough.

"I am who I am already. You might not like yourself."

Slice, slide of the blade, pull. He might have to ditch another outfit. This is more blood than he's used to being saturated in.

"The space. Open, can't see the walls, can't feel the walls. I could do without the darkness, but here, hunting, it's less a weight than the rest of what we've seen of Nocwich."