Why did I do this?’ ‘Why did you do this?’ ‘Why did you do this?’ “Ah.” Lucifer hacked, tried to scavenge some breath. “I’m sorry. I’m not making any sense.” He sat up, as best he could, cringing at the sharp stings on his entire front, but they would heal; water healed him when it wanted. “I was— I didn’t—” Licking his lips, he said, “I was in pain,” and that was true, “very much. Father was disappointed with me. I thought, that if all this pain inside was so great, I needed to find a way to take it out. I’m very sorry, very.”
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