“What,” Rosier said, though he had meant to think it. “What is happening to you, Lucifer?” He was quite tender inside, he realized; all his fear was itching the ends of his eyes, trying to tease out tears, and making his bottom lip wobble. “Please— I know you were in pain, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so, sorry. I wanted to help you, but I didn’t know how, and Father is never wrong. He is good, He will always be good.” “Is Father good because He is good, or because He says He is good?”
Oop!
Fair point
