"Wilhelm," it's bitten off sharply, commanding, "listen to me," like it's enough to cut through Lucifer's own mind as well as Wilhelm's.
But he loses that line of conversation into the distress of his own mind, unable to take himself back from the influence that's washed over him. He knows that there's two things at play here, overlapping each other and not knowing how to break apart the threads of either one. He's never had to try and undo Sannleikr's work. Never had a need, nor care. He just afflicted person after person, sunk into the rush it gave him.
He doesn't want that right now, the need to crawl out of this skin that doesn't even belong to him, but he's trapped in that as much as he was the Cage.
He runs a hand over his head, still crouched down. Another laugh, this one much more frayed than anything else. This the greatest of his secrets that's waiting as a response, that he's kept close to his chest and a secret from himself. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it. That's how all problems go away, right?
For a moment, because of his next words, he thinks it even works. "You were so concerned with being useless and I laid the framework for you to be more," he growls. "You can be as furious as you want at me but it will never change that I started your path to be something greater!" And boy, that rage will fuel any flame of the kid's, now a permanent reservoir of power etched through his soul.
This was not Lucifer's design.
And he doesn't escape what he tried to hold back: "And now, unfortunately, I'm stuck with the fact that I care if you live or die!"
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But he loses that line of conversation into the distress of his own mind, unable to take himself back from the influence that's washed over him. He knows that there's two things at play here, overlapping each other and not knowing how to break apart the threads of either one. He's never had to try and undo Sannleikr's work. Never had a need, nor care. He just afflicted person after person, sunk into the rush it gave him.
He doesn't want that right now, the need to crawl out of this skin that doesn't even belong to him, but he's trapped in that as much as he was the Cage.
He runs a hand over his head, still crouched down. Another laugh, this one much more frayed than anything else. This the greatest of his secrets that's waiting as a response, that he's kept close to his chest and a secret from himself. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it. That's how all problems go away, right?
For a moment, because of his next words, he thinks it even works. "You were so concerned with being useless and I laid the framework for you to be more," he growls. "You can be as furious as you want at me but it will never change that I started your path to be something greater!" And boy, that rage will fuel any flame of the kid's, now a permanent reservoir of power etched through his soul.
This was not Lucifer's design.
And he doesn't escape what he tried to hold back: "And now, unfortunately, I'm stuck with the fact that I care if you live or die!"