[His hand sinks a little, fingers curling.

But he just frowns calmly, like Jack's made little sense in his refusal.]

I should have been forced into an eternity of imprisonment, just because I didn't want to bow down to human beings? Does the punishment fit the crime, Jack?

I just wanted freedom.

Would you begrudge any being their longing to be released from a cage? [His lip curls, eyes dimming with discontent.] Their very small cage that their own family forced them into. So long, sayonara, you're not one of us anymore. But Sam freed me, and I've always been grateful to him. I've always wanted to give him everything for it.

[He steps closer, his gaze soft.]

I know nothing about your Lucifer, but me?

I'm indebted to Sam. I care very deeply about him. Just as you do.

You don't have to believe it. I'm used to the skepticism.

[It's not a lie. Sam Winchester is, truly, his fondest... creation. Born from the things Lucifer's made with his own hands. Someone he has no urge to cut ties with; made for Lucifer; the perfect vessel that earns the closest thing to empathy Lucifer can employ, because aren't they just so alike?

It's like looking into a mirror.

Oh, yes.

And he has no intention of cutting him loose.]