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Will Stutely (sly_stutely) wrote in nevermore_logs,

Will felt about as sick as Patrick looked; the full horror of it was still crashing over him. "He made us sit there," he said, still holding Clio tight. "While he— touched her—"

Lucifer hadn't made them do anything, that was the worst of it. They'd been free to move at any time. Will could have grabbed his own knife from the table, he could have grabbed Clio and run, he could have taken a swing at the Devil's jaw.

He would have died, every time. Everyone in the restaurant would have died. Clio would have died, or worse.

He knew that. He'd not needed Clio to tell him. He knew that the freedom had been an illusion, that inaction had been the only action.

But his monkey brain – or perhaps his primal story, the spark of hero at his heart spurred him to take a stand – still bucked at the wrongness of it.