What happened in the woods had been an accident. He'd said as much, or at least he thinks he did. It's hard to remember what jumble of words had fallen out of his mouth then, when the words Lucifer had thrown at him stick so much more sharply in his brain. It had been an accident, but the implication that it might have been done by design, if only he'd latched onto the wrong person, shudders through him.

Overnight, everything has changed. Every step has to be watched, every word guarded. And that's why he's hardly left his room in three days — it was simpler to just be alone.

"I know."

Small and hard like a fist. Wilhelm knows his title is worth nothing here — that was one of the things he liked about this world. He could be nobody. The anonymity is reassuring, but now...maybe being nobody would no longer hold up as an adequate defense. He's holding his head in his hands, fingers knotted in his hair. Releasing a sigh, he peeks up at Lucifer.

"Why are you always looking out for me? You don't even seem to like people, so...why do you care?"