"What are you going to do then?"
"Well, I'm not going to return there, of that I'm sure. They were the ones that threw me out."
Giving a quick glance at Linda, who was now attending some guy sitting a couple of seats away from Lucifer, he whispered, "Wait. So she wants you to go back to Heaven?"
"Yes, can you believe it? Me? Help the one that held his sword against my throat until Father cast me out?"
Aaron tapped his fingers against the bar as he leaned on it, using both elbows to support his weight. "You're still worried about him though. And don't roll your eyes. I know you, Lucifer. Maybe I can't understand because I haven't lived as long, nor have lived the same experiences, but it was the fact that it was Michael, the one you considered your closest brother, that probably hurt you more. I know I'd feel betrayed if Marcus had done that. But even if he did so, I can't see myself hating him."
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at him.
