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[willowtenbrook]

The sun isn't supposed to be that color. It's not. I want the sun back.

[She sighs; it's heavy. The tension leaves her voice, but a weariness replaces it.]

Is everybody okay? No one else is missing right? Lucifer? Are you... Um. Are you feeling alright?

Man, I don't even have the mace anymore.

[A spirited, almost insistent bark. She musters a

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[freedomtoleave]

No, it is not meant to be that color. It makes a rather obvious point, doesn't it?

I am as well as you might expect, plagued as I am by the demands of this idiotic body.

[freedomtoleave]

I will search for Owen Harper's soul with the same conviction and diligence that I would employ if it were John's soul for which I was looking. I will find him, Willow Tenbrook. I promise you that.

[willowtenbrook]

Thanks, Lucifer.

[freedomtoleave]

If there is ever anything you need, simply let me know and I shall see it done if it is within my power to do so.

[willowtenbrook]

You're sure you're alright?

[freedomtoleave]

There are far worse things than a week spent being human. I'm fine.

[willowtenbrook]

It'll go back to normal, right? I mean... It can't stay this way forever.

[freedomtoleave]

Eventually, yes. Sooner or later the gods will tire of this game, and then we'll be back to the World's End with which we're so familiar.

[willowtenbrook]

Are you sure? The last time someone died...

[freedomtoleave]

I could be wrong. It's happened before.

[willowtenbrook]

I'm just tired of all the bad stuff.

[freedomtoleave]

Given the nature of this place, I cannot help but think that it will get worse before it gets better. Yet you are still among friends. You need not face it alone.

[willowtenbrook]

I know. Could say I have faith in you.

[freedomtoleave]

There are many who would suggest that such a faith is misplaced.

[willowtenbrook]

Well, they're dumb.

[freedomtoleave]

[He laughs.]

You know, I rather think I agree with you there.