Being a demon, of course, Clint had a different perspective on who Lucifer was and what he meant, but those opinions he kept to himself. It would serve no one to tarnish the memory of Samandriel's beloved brother, and that wasn't the issue at present, in any case.
"The fault's not in you, angel," the demon drawled, tiredly. "It's the system that's broken."
He got up from the kitchen chair and moved to sit next to the angel, patting his shoulder in an awkward attempt to be comforting. "Sometimes, bad things happen to good people," he added, quietly.