Nah. We're just shitty people.

[something he has admitted to squalo and only squalo, curiously enough. maybe it's the blood loss; maybe the pain really was getting to him. maybe it was lucifer fucking with them both, despite squalo being one of his so-called favorites. whatever the reason, he actually laughs, a strained sort of sound.]

Guess we deserve to be down here. Oh well.

[and he notes with a tight smile:]

I suppose there's worse company. But not by much.