[He's still and quiet as Lucifel talks. And talks and talks and--- Expression darkening with every feeble excuse that spill past that equally feeble smile.
He places a hand on Lucifel's cheek, looking him directly in the eye as he speaks]
Enough.
This is what you wanted from me, isn't it? To stop you from throwing away what you have.
Do you think yourself so talented to be able to change the nature of the universe? Yet so unskilled that you can't walk the fine line between love and hate.
His change is not set in stone. And neither is yours. If his scales are tipped too much in the favor of love, then you counter it with hate. If he can parrot your love confession, he can do the same with this. Make this his path of least resistance.
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He places a hand on Lucifel's cheek, looking him directly in the eye as he speaks]
Enough.
This is what you wanted from me, isn't it? To stop you from throwing away what you have.
Do you think yourself so talented to be able to change the nature of the universe? Yet so unskilled that you can't walk the fine line between love and hate.
His change is not set in stone. And neither is yours. If his scales are tipped too much in the favor of love, then you counter it with hate. If he can parrot your love confession, he can do the same with this. Make this his path of least resistance.