[ She did as directed, an automated response as she moved through the door and stood in front of it. She could tell his body language was different; lacking that casual indifference to everything around him. Chloe cleared her throat and stared at the floor for a few seconds, palming the hair from her face thoughtfully.

He knew what she was there for. The only thing left was to see if she could actually do it. ]

We need to talk. [ She repeats herself as if she thinks he didn't hear her the first time. Mostly she's stalling, trying to build up her nerve for the honesty that was incoming. Some of what happened he didn't even have any reference for; it wasn't his fault things had gone so south back home, it wasn't his fault he didn't remember. After her talk with Seth, she was even starting to forgive him for that. Just a little.

But he was at fault for more, and she wanted him to take responsibility for what he could. Maybe if he was honest with her now, it would soften the anger she still felt for everything else. ]

I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending what is happening here, and the things I've seen, aren't somehow related to you. I know that things I never thought could be possible are in this place but I can't... [ Her breath catches in her throat. It was easier when it was just Klaus or Freya. It was easier when it wasn't him who was the question, the question she had been avoiding answering for almost two years. ]

I need the truth, Lucifer.