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[thedevilwhorose]

[It's Istredd's Problem. Lucifer actively made it Istredd's Problem.]

That's... good. That you seemingly got out of that.

[ordinar]

He kept asking if there was anything else bothering me, but I think he just meant what happened between you and me a while back.

[thedevilwhorose]

[Awkward. He's not sure he should actually answer with what he's thinking, but. Well.]

Ahhh. Well I guess. There's something useful to come out of all that. Works as a... bit of a cover.

[Use your actual Lucifer-Related Trauma to hide from your Tarot-Related Trauma...

Maybe he shouldn't have said anything.]

[ordinar]

[Well...it remains a wound, but one that's begun to scab over. Lucifer isn't wrong: the conflict that wedged a wall between them for months also seems to have distracted the guards from tracing the trail of Wilhelm's distress back to that night in Nocwich. A red herring of sorts.]

Thanks, I guess, for making me lose my shit in public.

[thedevilwhorose]

[Wilhelm made him lose his shit first, but that's added to the list of things he's not saying.]

... Yeeeeah. I'll ah. Try not to let it happen again.

Keep your head down and hopefully they really do let you out in the morning. If not, mmm, probably contact Strange.

[ordinar]

Ok.

Anyway, I just...thought you should know.

[thedevilwhorose]

Thank you for telling me.

[ordinar]

[...Did he just say thank you?]