"She thinks she sees me," Sam laughed, halfway through unbuttoning Lucifer's shirt. He stopped there. He was too amused to keep on. "She thinks I'm here. Did you hear that? Did you hear?" Sam looked down at his hands, shaking his head firmly. "I'm not here anymore. Nope, haven't been for a very long time." Sam's eyes then found Ruby, brows rising convincingly. "You could try leaving a message. I think I have some paper..." He reached for his pockets, patting them down distractedly. "Now, where did I put...?"
He had said yes. Ruby didn't get it. But then, maybe she was never meant to. Maybe she was going to spend the rest of her life on this burning planet hating him for giving in. That was okay. She wasn't his Ruby anymore. She could hate him, so long as the one that he loved did not. Sam suddenly frowned, confused as to why he had been patting himself down. Had he been looking for something important? Lucifer wouldn't have left anything important with him. Just his suit. He hated that suit. "I didn't do it 'cause I wanted you to turn into this," Sam told her, a little bit of sense finding him. "Did you think that was my goal? Did you think I wanted you to end up working for him because of me? I never wanted this for you, Ruby. I just wanted..." Sam paused, head bowing a little. She wouldn't understand. No one would understand. Sam hadn't expected for them to then and he certainly didn't expect it of them now.
"Poor, pocket demon. Maybe you never knew me at all." Sam went back to unbuttoning the white shirt, eager to rid himself of it for what little time he had control of his own body. He wished that Lucifer wouldn't dress that way. It only made him look like an even bigger douchebag. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that helped people determine that Sam truly was long gone. He ignored her question about the clothes. He'd find something himself. Maybe. If he could get out of this stupid room.
"You were plenty good enough," Sam confirmed, dropping the shirt to the ground. "It's not you, nope. Nope. Not you. If it's not one, it's the other, and it wasn't you." Sam leaned back against the door and brought his hand up to point at his head. "Don't have to deal with it. You're not her. And she's not gone - not completely. She's still up here, sometimes." Sam looked down at his bare chest, dropping his hand to cover his heart. "And here. I keep her here, too." He went quiet at that, fingers tapping at his chest thoughtfully.