"Hey, Ella."
She turned slowly, her eyes soft but tired as she looked at him. The sunset behind her lit her face in a warm gold, but there was no warmth in her voice.
"I saw you walk in earlier… with that girl," she said quietly. "She looked dead. You looked pissed."
Lucifer nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yeah. Resistance caught her. Tortured. Staked."
His jaw tightened.
"I sent them a warning. Took out one of their bases. But they didn't get it. Guess I'll have to wipe them out myself."
Ella looked down, her voice dropping into a whisper. "This is my fault."
Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
She kept going.
"If I hadn't told her to hate you… if I had just listened back then instead of pushing her away… maybe Remu wouldn't have snapped. Maybe she wouldn't have joined them. Maybe the humans wouldn't have found out, and none of this would've happened."
Her fingers dug into her arms. "It's all connected. Everything goes back to that."
Lucifer didn't respond right away.
