“It’s not what you can do, Sam. Not alone,” Elaine explained, knowing exactly the source of his hesitation. It was understandable, she had lost a friend once and had wanted to avenge her; however she wouldn’t have killed the man if he didn’t try to murder her first. That was how she was. People were different. They all had varied reactions and they never acted the same. “It’s in your hands to try to forgive yourself. I can talk to this person before you do. This will take time. But consider it, that’s all I am saying.”
She nodded and shrugged her shoulder a little, “It doesn’t help to have one less thing to worry about?” she asked, tilting her head. She had a lot to shoulder too and nobody had tried to aid her in carrying the burden of her actions. “Think about it. Take your time. I would make him the same offer. Not today, of course.” She nodded her head and took a step backwards. That was his choice, she would respect this. “If you have second thoughts,” Elaine said while her body turned transparent little by little and white feathered wings sprout out her back. “It’s never too late,” she murmured and her words were carried by the wind. She took of from the ground as her corporeal form vanished completely.
Elaine could not save them from themselves. Lucifer was right in a way: a life of puppets was not one worth living. If they chose to keep hurting and suffering, she valued their choices as much she disliked watching them in that state.