Re: [The piano bar: Misha & Lucifer.]
Misha didn't look for nothing these days. True, he had daddy issues, and he kept looking for a daddy in folks, but he didn't expect a thing, and he wasn't even real aware he was looking. He loved humanity, loved folks and their souls, but he didn't expect no one to come save him. It was a whole lot too late for that, and now it was just him and Damian 'gainst the world. Don't worry, there weren't no expectations. Living, it had broke Misha of expectations a long time back. Damian, he still hurt when folks he cared 'bout took off and left, but Misha expected it.
As for the nephilim, Misha knew they were outlawed, and he didn't have no clue how he'd come to be. But, and as he knew it, his momma had fallen to earth and been made human and mortal, so he reckoned that had a thing to do with how it worked. Or, could be, like some folks whispered in corners of churches, it was all 'bout the balance. A child born of Heaven and Hell, and what could be more balanced than that? Misha, he knew all 'bout power, but he also knew his Heavenly granddaddy had things happen he didn't intend. It was what happened when folks got themselves free will and souls, and Misha reckoned that was the best part of living. It wasn't God or demons. It was folks, plain and simple, and souls glowed beautiful and warm like nothing else did. The angels hated that, still and to this day, even if they only complained 'bout it behind their hands.
Misha, he chuckled some when Lucifer said he would've had some presence in his life. "You ain't got to worry. I ain't looking for a daddy now. Momma wasn't any sort of a momma, and I don't reckon I ever expected my real daddy to do a lick, even if I did go and meet him one day." He slouched on back, every bit a teen, lower lip out some a moment. "I was thanking you for being glad hanging myself hadn't worked," he clarified. He was calmer now, knowing what he was up 'gainst and standing 'cross from. "I reckon I'd just like to ask you to be honest with me 'bout things, but I don't know that I reckon you can be. Can you?" he asked, pale eyes real fixed steady on Lucifer's face.
And, to go testing truth or not, and just on account of being curious, he cocked his head some. "Are you sorry you got cast out, or ain't that how it happened?" Could be it was all a lie, and Misha wasn't unwilling to consider that possibility.