Trying to protect people from me? He should have been protecting himself from people. People like Dean Winchester. Like Castiel. They all broke his spirit and heart, Jack. They all hurt dear ol' dad.
[It's of course unfair. Mistakes were made, sure — mistakes that were easy for Lucifer to spin his own way, mold into a half-truth that implies the worst. Making Jack question his family... it only seemed natural to Lucifer. Besides, couldn't go letting the kid sit in an echo chamber, right?
He sits back against the bunker table's edge, looking around and whistling.
Nice place. Very homely.]
... I've hurt people, yes. I don't think there's a soul around you who hasn't... I won't lie to you, Jack — I've killed people. Killed people who wanted to kill me. [He looks to Jack.] People who blamed me for all their problems. Who wanted me dead. People who didn't want me to repair the planet.
Selfish, cruel people.
Tell me — should I have been more like Sammy?
Should I have let people strike me down? Apologize while they aimed their pistols at my head? [He stands up, walks towards Jack with a frown. He extends a hand for Jack to grip, patiently. All it would take is a touch, and then — then Jack could see with his own eyes. And Lucifer can twist and twist and twist that narrative to his heart's content, knowing every moment he uses as an excuse was true.] Do you want to see what some of the people I killed did? So you can understand why? See how I tried to keep Sam safe, year after year?
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[It's of course unfair. Mistakes were made, sure — mistakes that were easy for Lucifer to spin his own way, mold into a half-truth that implies the worst. Making Jack question his family... it only seemed natural to Lucifer. Besides, couldn't go letting the kid sit in an echo chamber, right?
He sits back against the bunker table's edge, looking around and whistling.
Nice place. Very homely.]
... I've hurt people, yes. I don't think there's a soul around you who hasn't... I won't lie to you, Jack — I've killed people. Killed people who wanted to kill me. [He looks to Jack.] People who blamed me for all their problems. Who wanted me dead. People who didn't want me to repair the planet.
Selfish, cruel people.
Tell me — should I have been more like Sammy?
Should I have let people strike me down? Apologize while they aimed their pistols at my head? [He stands up, walks towards Jack with a frown. He extends a hand for Jack to grip, patiently. All it would take is a touch, and then — then Jack could see with his own eyes. And Lucifer can twist and twist and twist that narrative to his heart's content, knowing every moment he uses as an excuse was true.] Do you want to see what some of the people I killed did? So you can understand why? See how I tried to keep Sam safe, year after year?