Lucifer eyed her. Shook his head. Slammed back his drink.

"What did you do, Octavia?" he asked flatly. "You covered your guilt quite admirably in justifications and diversions. You humans always do."

So did he, but he had come this far avoiding that confrontation with himself and he was intent to keep going.

"But it's clearly squirming inside of you and propelling you to try to destroy both yourself and the people you care for most, so you might as well come clean about it now."