In about a week Lucifer will have memories given to him by Michael of his actual (second???) death (that he will not share with Istredd) so hey, draw of the cards, uncertainty abound. The difference being that they both assumed already that Lucifer was dead in his future. Istredd still has some vague strain of hope.

But then... which is better? The certainty of death or the uncertainty of life?

"Yeah, yeah," he says begrudgingly, chin stuck out but that doesn't stop him from winding the blanket comfortably around him. "Go put your created therapy animals on your shoulders when you sort books or whatever."