It was true, he resented humans, or more accurately, he resented his father's favor and love for them. They were like ants and so hypocritical and yet He still loved them. But that was far from his mind at present.
Out here, further in the deep, he could feel the sea life in the ocean around them, but ignored it, attention focused on his fellow archangel. At the tender touch from Gabriel, Lucifer closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath.
"I had to," he said quietly, referring to the scars. He had to cut them off. Couldn't bear to be reminded of what they meant, of who made them.