[His voice cut sharper than the words themselves. My gaze narrowed, the faintest crease forming between my brows as silence stretched. When I finally spoke, the weight of it was deliberate, unflinching.] What I did was necessary. And youβll twist it into something else regardless
[His taunting lilt grated against the silence I had been willing to keep. A slow breath left me, measured, before I fixed him with an unyielding stare, voice low and flat.] You dress it up as humor, but you always expect blood. Not everything I do ends in destruction, Lucifer.
[The question pressed harder than his tone, but I refused to offer him the satisfaction of urgency. A faint tilt of my head, wings restless in the silence.] Something you wouldnβt understand. Something beyond your cruelty.