[ Sandalphon doesn't answer for a good while. The silence stretches long enough that it seems he won't respond one way or another. In truth, he's mired in the question of whether Lucifer's omission was truly a lie, for he had said nothing at all.
Having such a cold, callous creator who saw him as an object, it was a marvel how kindhearted Lucifer was... But he was ill-equipped to express himself when Lucilius had never nurtured that more humane side of him. A side that only began to grow when he spent time with Sandalphon. ]
My transgressions far outweighed his. [ Perhaps his own deep melancholy radiates through his text just as Vash's sadness had. ] By the time I truly understood, it was too late. But I think he knew.
[ More than anything, Sandalphon had yearned to be useful to Lucifer. He'd just never suspected, in all those long centuries, that simply being there had given Lucifer something nothing and no one else did. Now that he knows...death divides them. ]
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Having such a cold, callous creator who saw him as an object, it was a marvel how kindhearted Lucifer was... But he was ill-equipped to express himself when Lucilius had never nurtured that more humane side of him. A side that only began to grow when he spent time with Sandalphon. ]
My transgressions far outweighed his. [ Perhaps his own deep melancholy radiates through his text just as Vash's sadness had. ] By the time I truly understood, it was too late. But I think he knew.
[ More than anything, Sandalphon had yearned to be useful to Lucifer. He'd just never suspected, in all those long centuries, that simply being there had given Lucifer something nothing and no one else did. Now that he knows...death divides them. ]