[He already has his mind set on what he's doing, so her harsh whisper of his name falls on deaf ears. He moves around the outer edge of the room before curving around back towards...himself.
He can hear his own voice, talking to himself. No, talking to someone else.
He very clearly hears the word Dad, followed by something that makes his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. He didn't just get shot.
He just watched himself die after asking his Father for a very important favor.
Graham is nowhere near, now. If the Detective is correct, he should get up at any moment to create the distraction she spoke of, but looking at himself now, he doesn't see how that's possible. Death would have sent him directly back to Hell, so unless--
--and then he watches himself sit bolt upright, take in a few shuddering breaths. His wound is simply missing, his shirt, whole. Even the blood trickling from his mouth is gone. His eyes glow red, and then he's walking away from him, and Lucifer watches with unblinking eyes.
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He can hear his own voice, talking to himself. No, talking to someone else.
He very clearly hears the word Dad, followed by something that makes his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. He didn't just get shot.
He just watched himself die after asking his Father for a very important favor.
Graham is nowhere near, now. If the Detective is correct, he should get up at any moment to create the distraction she spoke of, but looking at himself now, he doesn't see how that's possible. Death would have sent him directly back to Hell, so unless--
--and then he watches himself sit bolt upright, take in a few shuddering breaths. His wound is simply missing, his shirt, whole. Even the blood trickling from his mouth is gone. His eyes glow red, and then he's walking away from him, and Lucifer watches with unblinking eyes.
He follows.]