A few minutes go by, the devil looking back every now and then to take glances of Raphael still dragging his feet. The silence between them was sharp enough to cut glass. Eventually the Devil stopped in her tracks and turned to face Raphael who was still walking along. After a few steps of not noticing the stop, Raphael bumped into her head and looked her in the face. "No matter how bad you thought life was, you were wrong, not only that, you were ungrateful." The Devil said looking up into his glazed over eyes. "How so? My life felt empty and cold all the time. I did what I thought was -" The devil slapped him across the face before he could finish his sentence.
"You have used that excuse repeatedly since yesterday. Why do you only think about the effects of it on yourself. Your family will have to see that. Your parents will have to bury their son and your friends will lose joy in their lives." She said, staring daggers into his eyes. "I never-" He was cut off once again by a cold tone. "No of course you didn't, cause people are selfish no matter what they think about life, inherently you are all selfish. You give to charities to feel good about yourselves, you make others smile to feel wanted, you end things when you don't like the outcomes. People's selfishness is the reason I am here and not Big Beard. He doesn't want to stare at it because it's nauseating." Her body was shaking with anger, her emerald eyes, muted into jade by her tears.
Wiping his eyes in shock from her comments, Raphael looked up from her. "Even if you're right most people don't know. You're speaking about a philosophy that many people have shared and tried to explain but at the end of the day, we don't know. I'm sorry that we are selfish but it's not something we can control. Anyone who thinks about it can say that it's our fault but we can't take the blame." He said running his tear painted hand through his hair. The Devil raised her head trying to look in his eyes again, but he avoided her gaze. "Just start walking again Lucy, I won't drag my feet, we can keep talking if you need me to." Without realizing what he said he continued on in front of the Devil. Unlike him, she caught on quickly and walked beside him.
"I am willing to accept that but I can't help that it's still nauseating." The devil said, stepping beside Raphael through the path. "I'm aware it is, there's a handful of people on earth that find it nauseating too. They're hypocrites in that sense but they're still right to a degree." He replied lowering his arm back down, clasping his hands together. "I'm sorry I didn't-" He was cut off once again by the devil. "Stop apologizing, at the very least you explained yourself and understood what I said, half of the dead don't do that much in the least." Raphael looked down to her face once again. "Why did you mention the dead this time?" Raphael asked the Devil. "Why did you call me Lucy again?" She replied, avoiding eye contact.