Lucifer, thankfully, wasn't even a danger for Hayle. Thorne was a thrill, a role he could play into. Pity/sympathy (false) pushed Thorne's way. He was just along for the ride, maybe had nudged a few dominoes here and there, but he watched the castle crumble (metaphorically) from the outside.

It was one of the best things he's ever experienced firsthand and he's sure he's going to remember it for centuries, keep a strong mental record of it. Hold it and let it resonate through the Horizon, forever.

(It won't. Even for him, he'll hit roadblocks that deteriorate his psyche, and what's to fall? The previous memory of a Cage falling apart, gone.)

He pulls his face from Istredd's, no thought involved. Just simple action. Bored. Detached.

But for him to be gone there wouldn't be a bridge still accessible between their minds. Maybe he just didn't think about it, absentminded. Forgetful.

But maybe a part of him made sure there was a two-way street present. Open.

He deviously held back and obfuscated his plans surrounding Jack--so experienced at how to hide things from his partner successfully by now--and while there's little thoughts other than feeling robbed around the topic... Lucifer hasn't closed off. His mind is simply... deciding what to do with all the new building material.

"And I should be grateful, is that it?" He pulled away only to step toe-to-toe back into Istredd's space, a flare finally in his mind--but like the remnants of a bomb going off, threatening to bowl over into Istredd. (It doesn't.) "That you brought us to salvation?" There's some of the sneer Istredd might be looking for, but it's still wrong, wrong, wrong.

His thoughts are then a wildfire to his ice, but he continues to speak aloud: "You condemned me."