Michael scoffs. Lucifer's trying to get off on a temporal technicality, but he doesn't get to pick and choose his sins around him.
"Who was it, then? Who would you scapegoat for your own actions?"
He might not be much for admitting to his failings, but Lucifer isn't one to give others credit for his work, either. Michael can picture him arguing he's not to blame for his future. He can't envision Lucifer trying to pawn the blame off on someone else.
The suggestion that he's lying ought to offend. Michael sees it for what it most likely is: a childish denial of an unpleasant truth, not a genuine belief that he's making it all up. He frowns in disapproval.
"Did you expect me to sing your praise in your absence?" To tell them that Lucifer went to get milk? Come on, now. "Between you and I, my word has always been good."
Michael extends a hand. The offer is obvious. If he won't take him at his word, it's all there in his memories—and if Lucifer can't trust those, then there's no trust at all between them.
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"Who was it, then? Who would you scapegoat for your own actions?"
He might not be much for admitting to his failings, but Lucifer isn't one to give others credit for his work, either. Michael can picture him arguing he's not to blame for his future. He can't envision Lucifer trying to pawn the blame off on someone else.
The suggestion that he's lying ought to offend. Michael sees it for what it most likely is: a childish denial of an unpleasant truth, not a genuine belief that he's making it all up. He frowns in disapproval.
"Did you expect me to sing your praise in your absence?" To tell them that Lucifer went to get milk? Come on, now. "Between you and I, my word has always been good."
Michael extends a hand. The offer is obvious. If he won't take him at his word, it's all there in his memories—and if Lucifer can't trust those, then there's no trust at all between them.