She waited for him to be over with his irritation. She wondered who harbored the stronger hatred: this man or Sam. Who would be harder to forgive? “Take a deep breath,” she suggested quietly, “Then take it out your chest. It helps.”
Elaine sighed, starching the back of her head before speaking again. “Look… Mm, I’m not saying you have to ask him tonight or tomorrow. But I am giving you a chance to help them by helping yourself.” A simple miracle wouldn’t be an act of compassion, it would be the work of pity and she believed the people of this world deserved better. “Is it that awful to think about forgiveness and put an end to what is making you angry and miserable?” She cocked her brows together, seriously curious about his answer.
“Is it so hard to think about a method other than bloodshed?” she inquired with a sad voice and a solemn expression. Was Lucifer right? People would be always like this? Wanting to kill each others and nothing she would say or offer would stop them? “Talk to him. We can explain him together.”