Re: Down: Lucifer / Misha
"Janus, he always said my music wasn't really mine. If it's Holy, then is it something I should even be doing? Competing with folks that just got pure talent?" He hadn't actually voiced that 'fore, but he had thought on it during the early days of being in the program at the university. He didn't know the names of the steps or anything like that, but he was real quick at catching on, and could be that wasn't real fair to no one else. And, here, he looked on at his daddy, as if the man had all the answers to everything. It had nothing to do with Lucifer being powerful or nothing, and it had nothing to do with the wonder and marvel of this oasis in the midst of burning. It was just a boy, one that really could do with some grown advice some of the times.
Misha, he'd realized real early that Heaven painted the picture it wanted to. He'd been stubborn some when he'd first learned 'bout his daddy, but he'd been angry at being lied to all over, and he was confused 'bout who he was and what his role was. He wasn't all that fussed just now, and he was real willing to admit what he'd always been saying aloud: All demons weren't bad, and all angels weren't good. So, asking for help 'bout David? It didn't feel wrong none, just like it hadn't felt wrong to ask Janus for help when he had. "David's a friend of Claire's. I met him at her ritual in the woods, and then I ran into him after, killing folks," he explained. "Claire can tell you more 'bout him than I can, I reckon. He's broke, but I don't think he's a bad man. He's just shattered, but the folks who killed his girl, he's killed them dead already, and I ain't sure how to make him move on." He took a sip of his cocoa. "So I told him I'd revert any killing he did, and I sent the cops to the scene so they could get the proof of their guilt, but I ain't sure that's going to work permanent. Could you talk at him for me?"