"I want to see him go out the front fucking door," Wrath growled at Lucifer. George was in bad shape. Really bad shape. She wasn't in great shape either, but she was doing better than he was. He needed to get to a hospital or Raphael soon. She couldn't stand to see him go through more, not now. "I know you, and I don't fucking trust you. You let him free, or fuck you, I'm not telling you anything."