"I didn't understand when it was happening, but...that thing was me, in a way. It was...a mirror you could say. It only makes sense, thinking about it. So much of my life has been focused on the need to be Good that when you take that away, or turn it on its head, what you end up with is the thing that tried to destroy lives." And had, in Samandriel's case, successfully destroyed, but he wasn't going to talk about that. Hannibal was neither his friend in the first place nor his therapist any longer.
"I asked him," he added softer, speaking on things he didn't even mention to Lucifer, "when he was..." The angel trailed off. Not talking about it. Not to anyone.