"Why didn't you protect Lucifer? Last time I was 'awake' you told me you had taken a fancy to him. If so, why did you let him die at the hands of 'those' guys?"
Quinn frowned and clicked her tongue at Luka's question before answering with an annoyed tone.
"Do you really think I'd willingly let him die in a ditch somewhere, I was attacked by the 'elemental' bastard, he held me off long enough for the grey-haired old man and the space idiot to finish off Lucifer."
The other progenitors listening shook their heads in exasperation at Quinn's habit of not addressing people by their actual names.
'Who refers to one of the leaders of one of the three great powers in the cosmos as the 'space idiot'?'
Luka could not help but chuckle inwardly at Quinn's attitude that never seemed to change even after billions of years.
"So he sent someone to hold you off since he knew you would come to Lucifer's aid, huh?
How Shrewd."
