He doesn't, is the thing. And maybe that's something Michael could never understand--so concrete in his perception of Self.
Wouldn't that be nice. To understand and know yourself from the inside-out, for all of time.
That's what they like to call boring, Michael.
It was always about Love, that's what Michael never understood. For Lucifer it was always, always Love.
And that's why it went so bad, so extremely, irreparably wrong.
He should have reached out. He should have asked for help.
It doesn't matter now. It didn't matter enough, then. He isn't going to focus in on it--what did Michael expect?
He didn't reveal his weakness when he needed to above all all, he's sure as hell not going to do it now where he barely trusts his brother versus when he did, implicitly.
"Good. Cool. Glad you weren't, great talk." Deflection, deflection, deflection--always. He has to process. Has to have time to pick apart every piece, every angle, of the memory Michael showed him until it does damage to himself.
He gives Gabriel all the shit for being a runner, but he's never been any better. He's simply dressed it up differently. All smoke and mirrors, Lucifer.
"Cool," he repeats, and that's too much of a slip. Breathe. Center yourself. Michael's gotten the quota of your Unease, don't let him have anymore. "Well don't let Gabriel get to comfortably," he says, dismissive of everything else except for why Lucifer came here in the first place. Their brother. Their wayward brother that they have a venn diagram about where their Thoughts & Feelings intersect about.
Gabriel is more Complicated for Lucifer than Michael is, isn't that hysterical?
He came here about Gabe. He's going to finish about Gabe.
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Wouldn't that be nice. To understand and know yourself from the inside-out, for all of time.
That's what they like to call boring, Michael.
It was always about Love, that's what Michael never understood. For Lucifer it was always, always Love.
And that's why it went so bad, so extremely, irreparably wrong.
He should have reached out. He should have asked for help.
It doesn't matter now. It didn't matter enough, then. He isn't going to focus in on it--what did Michael expect?
He didn't reveal his weakness when he needed to above all all, he's sure as hell not going to do it now where he barely trusts his brother versus when he did, implicitly.
"Good. Cool. Glad you weren't, great talk." Deflection, deflection, deflection--always. He has to process. Has to have time to pick apart every piece, every angle, of the memory Michael showed him until it does damage to himself.
He gives Gabriel all the shit for being a runner, but he's never been any better. He's simply dressed it up differently. All smoke and mirrors, Lucifer.
"Cool," he repeats, and that's too much of a slip. Breathe. Center yourself. Michael's gotten the quota of your Unease, don't let him have anymore. "Well don't let Gabriel get to comfortably," he says, dismissive of everything else except for why Lucifer came here in the first place. Their brother. Their wayward brother that they have a venn diagram about where their Thoughts & Feelings intersect about.
Gabriel is more Complicated for Lucifer than Michael is, isn't that hysterical?
He came here about Gabe. He's going to finish about Gabe.