Lucifer found his aunt, fuming, in the middle of a field. The trees around them had been leveled, some even burned straight to ash and a few still caught on fire. The ground was ripped up in certain spots; it was clear, beyond a doubt, that the two primordial entities had duked it out even harder than they had seemed to be in Chuck's house, and it was clear that Chuck had been losing, and bolted at the last second, because Amara was still at full strength, just pissed-looking and currently busying herself with ripping apart a few of the trees that weren't in the process of burning to the ground in her rage. Lucifer didn't know how long she had been there, how long it had been since Chuck had been out of her sight, but it didn't matter. It was already morning by the time he finally found her - the Devil was somewhat surprised there were no firefighters checking out the scene, as there was already a cloud of smoke billowing in the air, but he assumed they were too far out for anyone to have seen yet.
"Amara," he called out, but she didn't stop. Another rush of energy emitted from her, dark and pulsing, and Lucifer paused to watch the literal darkness emanating from her, quaking the ground beneath her and tearing apart whatever trees it hit, even snuffing out some of the flames from the fire as it rippled through the air and across the ground. It stopped just before it could hit him, and Lucifer simply studied the energy rippling through the air, something far beyond anything a human could see, before it fizzled out yet again, the tremors in the ground fading. And, once they did, he continued forward, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Hey."
Amara looked over at him, breathing heavily, chest heaving; as scary as she looked, Lucifer had undoubtedly seen worse. Hell, this was the face of the woman who had once tortured him, and he was still interacting calmly with her, as if nothing had happened. It was necessary, at least; just as she was able to put aside that he and Michael and Gabriel had assisted in locking her up, just as Gabriel was able to put aside all that Lucifer and Michael had done, just as Michael was able to put aside his betrayal. All of them were able to put these things aside, because they had to. Because they had one common enemy, and because there was no reason to continue holding grudges, to continue hating each other instead of the one they needed to hate.
It was, quite possibly, the most mature thing Lucifer had been able to do. Ever.
Still, his approach, although unafraid, was cautious. He was very well aware that Amara could blast him - albeit unintentionally - in her rage, and so he called her name again while he was still at a good distance, a few feet or so away. "Amara," his voice rose, carrying across the field, as he used his wings to boost him up over a fallen tree, landing unfalteringly on the other side and continuing on. It felt a little odd to use his wings, when he didn't see much point in it before, as if a part of him had forgotten they existed - and then another part of him had just come into play once again, for the first time in several millennia, like a piece of his broken, scattered puzzle had been clicked back into place. Something he hadn't done in so long suddenly felt natural to him.
"Nephew," Amara huffed out with a sigh as she turned back to face him, her fists clenched at her side and her expression still pinched and twisted, distorted with rage, and her voice trembled with the force of it as she stared at Lucifer. "He's not here," she told him icily.
"Clearly." Lucifer extended his wings forward, using the large feathers to brush across the ground, clearing away a cluster of branches and leaves, and grimacing a little when they got stuck in the feathers. He flicked his wings off a little, but it did nothing to loosen the twigs and bits of leaves that had gotten caught; so, with a scowl, he simply drew them upwards into the air and kept them hanging out behind him, boosting himself up over yet another fallen tree before he finally managed to reach her, snuffing out a little bit of fire in the process. "I was looking for you," he informed his aunt, who just crossed her arms and stared at him.
"Well, your concern is touching," she remarked, albeit somewhat sarcastically, and Lucifer sighed softly through his nose and twisted his hands a little harder in his pockets, staring back at his aunt through narrowed eyes. "But there's nothing to see." Amara turned her head, looking out across the broken mess of a field that had once stood tall as part of what must have been a beautiful forest - it angered Lucifer even further to see it, to see how little that his Father really cared about his creation, that he was so far gone to be a part of what wrecked so much of it. It was just another stark reminder of how far Chuck had truly gone. The lines he had crossed.
He ran his tongue over his lips and closed his eyes for a moment, unable to stare out at the broken piece of Earth any longer - a piece, he would admit, he would have willingly destroyed himself just for the sake of his own entertainment. Everything was easier when he did things like that - no real goal, no real motive, just doing what he did because he liked to. A part of him had to wonder, between him and Chuck, who was the lesser of two evils? And who would the Winchesters rather be fighting now - the Devil, or God himself? Or was his story even really over? Was he capable of being anything but the villain? Given the constant flip-flop of his entire existence - the way he was created to destroy, built up only to crumble at the Winchesters' hands, at the edge of redemption just to take the dive back into the pit of self-loathing and fury. Whatever purpose he'd had had been shattered, whatever life he'd led was gone. There was him, there was God - and suddenly the line between good and evil was the only clear thing Lucifer could see, and he was smack dab in the middle of it, just between the two, unsure which side he belonged on… or which side he'd end up on whether he belonged there or not. Existing had never been easy for the Devil, but he never thought it'd be this hard.
Trying to calm his shaking hands, he turned his attention back to Amara, who was surveying the damage through dark, desperate but angry eyes. Uninterested, however, she turned her gaze back to her nephew quickly enough, looking impatient. "He got away- I almost had him, and he just- ugh. You know- he hasn't changed. He hasn't changed at all. He's still the same petty, self-centered, egotistical child that he's always been- and I always told you he was."
"I always told everyone else that he was," Lucifer noted quietly, staring back at her. It was true - despite how much Amara had loved her younger brother, she and Lucifer often bonded over his ridiculous antics, his stupid creations. The Devil had never wanted to lock Amara away in the first place, but he had done so because Chuck had commanded it. Truth be told, his aunt was the only one, besides himself, that ever… understood. "It's not our fault nobody believed us."
"And now it's too late," Amara spoke through clenched teeth, hands balled into fists, knuckles white and lips pulled back in a snarl. Her gaze flickered violently across the trees, the fire seeming to rise a bit higher; Lucifer raised a wing and swept his feathers over the flames, easily brushing them out without a second thought; Of course it hurt, his wings weren't desensitized to fire, and angel wings were often vulnerable to most human weaknesses - one of many reasons why they were invisible to the human eye - but by this point, Lucifer had been burned one too many times for it to hurt enough for him to care. Retracting his wing, he looked up at his aunt.
"Do you believe that?" He asked her, slightly troubled now, as his mouth twisted sharply into a frown and his eyes narrowed faintly. "That it's… too late?" Honestly, he didn't know whether it was or not, himself. Maybe for Chuck, it was. But for the world, for humanity… Lucifer didn't think it was too late for them. They were just unguided, just… lost, praying to a God who had never been there for them in the first place, existing just to exist with no purpose - now than ever, the Devil could understand what it felt like. He didn't want to believe it was too late - for them, for the world, for… for himself… he had to believe the world could be saved. He had to believe that somehow, someway, by some miracle, that he could be saved.
"You know what, Nephew?" Amara shook her head a little, her fury finally fading into the same troubled exhaustion that the Devil was so painfully familiar with at this point. "I don't have the slightest clue whether it is or not. I've just put up with his games too long to care now," she replied stiffly, looking away again, this time to look up at the sky. "It was bad enough, before. But he's really losing his mind over this one. He's always been insane," she spat bitterly. "Now it's just out in the open for everyone else to see, too." She inhaled deeply and shut her eyes.
Lucifer studied her for a moment, then tugged the corner of his mouth up into a dry half-smile in response, shaking his head lightly at his aunt and turning away once again to look out across the damaged field, broken, just like so many of Chuck's creations. "I wonder how many there are," he commented quietly, blinking and screwing his face up slightly, a mixture of hurt and curious at the same time. "How many me's…" His expression shifted, his flickering eyes coming to rest on a single patch of grass, somehow unhurt despite the celestial battle that had gone on there. "I think about it all the time now. Why he just- kept creating the same thing, over and over and over again even though it just kept failing." His eyebrows furrowed, lips parting slightly to breathe in a soft gasp of the chilly, crisp air around them, the only thing there to take his mind off of the ever-growing tremors making their way up his arms. "You know, he's God. He's got all of this power, and he uses it for this. Even I can't fathom it, Amara- and I'm the Devil."
"It is odd," Amara conceded, huffing out another sigh. "It's almost unfathomable, but even… on some level, I can understand…" She trailed off as Lucifer turned to look back at her. "Listen," she insisted. "There's us, and then there's all of you. I watched the time and the effort and the passion he put into creating you, but that's just what you are to him - not people, not actual, living beings with lives, and feelings, and… you're just characters on a page. He cares for you as much as one can care for a… fictional character. Things he can manipulate, control."
Still staring at her, Lucifer spread his wings out slightly, and opened his mouth again.
"I'm not justifying his actions. I'm not saying what he's doing is right- it's not," Amara interrupted before Lucifer had even properly had time to spit out his accusations, the Devil's face contorting in a mixture of betrayal, fury, disbelief and confusion as he stared at his aunt. "If even I can grasp the fact that all of you are- more than just- just things and puppets on strings he can yank around and control, then he should be able to, too. But he doesn't. And no, it's not okay. It's the exact opposite of okay. You're his children, and this-" She turned her head, looking around. "The creation that he- he loved so much, or at least that I thought he did… it's not okay for him to just be able to discard it all- you all- like this, but I'm just saying, the fact that he's able to…" She shook her head a little, looking back down again, then cleared her throat. "With everything he's always been, for as long as I've known him- all I'm saying is that I'm not surprised by now."
Lucifer just fell silent, thinking those words over carefully as he looked away, back out across the forest. His mouth twisted into a frown, though he said nothing, just gave a small nod and closed his eyes with a short, silent sigh. "What're you gonna do?" He asked suddenly- because he needed to know, he needed to have some kind of idea of what was going to happen after Chuck was gone… "After it's over?"
"I don't know," Amara responded slowly, her tone changing to one of bewilderment, as well as slight curiosity. "I suppose… go back to Reno. I have no interest in taking over this universe- or any other universe, in that case. They'd all be better off without a dictator, anyway."
"Heaven still needs someone." Lucifer pointed out, his frown deepening slightly. He doubted Michael would be up to the task - but that was something he needed to consult his oldest brother about when he woke up. If he woke up, a darkened corner of Lucifer's mind taunted, a voice he chose to fold away into the shadows for the time being and looking back at Amara. "The angels-"
"Well, then, they have Jack," Amara replied steadily. "Jack, Gabriel, Michael, Castiel. They'll have them all. Jack will have them to guide him… Heaven will be fine." She spared him a glance, slowly turning to face him again, and folded her arms across her chest with a frown. "Honestly, if I were in your position, I'd be more worried about Hell," she commented. "That deal you made for Castiel, it leaves the demons without a ruler once everything is said and done." She studied him carefully, while he just grimaced and looked away.
"Hell will be fine. It's been fine without me for this long. Besides, demons- I don't care about them anymore," Lucifer responded, his tone slowly changing to one of exhaustion as he looked down at his feet and clenched his fists a little tighter in his pockets. "I knew what I was walking into when I made that deal. Heaven, Hell, Earth- it's a better world without me in it, and a better world with Cas instead. Jack will have a decent father figure - several decent father figures, actually. God and the Devil will have perished, and the world can start anew. Castiel will walk free, my son will be with the family that deserves him." His expression faltered. "And I'm… tired."
"I still don't understand why you don't just tell them," Amara admitted, frowning. "Castiel, at least. Wouldn't it be easier to get it over with and take a load off his mind? Then, at least, nobody will be questioning where you disappeared to once Chuck's been taken care of."
"I don't want Michael and Gabriel to know," Lucifer replied honestly, shrugging slightly and leaning back with a sigh. "I don't want them to make a big deal out of it. Gabe's already starting to get all attached again, and Micha- I can't… drop something like this on him, not now. Not after everything. He's got enough on his plate with dealing with everything about Dad. The last thing he needs is the knowledge that I'm not gonna be around anymore, either, once Chuck's dealt with. I mean, come on, how's he supposed to do anything with that looming over his head? It was bad enough when he thought I was dead, Amara. To know I'm going to die is the last thing he needs. And Adam-" He huffed a little, shaking his head. "Adam would kill me. It's better this way- just disappearing without a trace, when it's all over. Nobody has to worry about anything."
"You know that's not true," Amara countered. "Michael will always wonder where you are. Gabriel will search for you. And the demon…" She wrinkled her nose a little. "I'm sorry, but what does it matter whether he kills you or not, considering you're a dead man walking, anyway?"
A few seconds of silence passed, in which Lucifer just flicked his gaze up to her, holding eye contact somewhat unsteadily now. He hadn't really thought it all through, to be honest; Seeing how happy Jack was around Castiel had been more of a motivator in his decision than anything. The kid hated his guts, but around his brother… he was someone else entirely. Castiel was his dad - Lucifer was just his father. And he wasn't the father he could have been, should have been, would have been if not for his own - but even with the hope that it wasn't too late for him, he knew it was, regarding everything that had happened with Jack. The things he'd done, the things he'd said to him. Lucifer would always live with the knowledge that he was just as bad as Chuck was - if not worse - and he just… needed this. He needed to do one good thing for his son. Even if it meant erasing himself from Jack's life completely.
"I don't want them to know," he finally repeated, somewhat desperately now. Not because of any of the reasons he had already given her, but because Michael and Gabriel would do nothing but try to talk him out of the deal; they would confront the Empty; they would threaten, they would do whatever it took to make sure Lucifer had to stay alive. But he didn't think he'd have the strength, after everything was said and done, to face the mistakes he had made and keep himself together. He was already having a difficult time as it was. "Please, Amara."
Amara stared at him for a moment, silent as ever, then heaved out a soft sigh and looked away, offering a dry smile in response to her nephew's words and shaking her head. "They won't hear a word from me, Nephew," she finally replied, sounding exhausted again. "It's your choice."
Her tone was more fittingly paired with the phrase "it's your funeral", both of which were accurate, but Lucifer relaxed all the same, simply nodding along in agreement.
"On another note," the Devil cleared his throat, somewhat desperate to change the subject now, and Amara arched an eyebrow at him, silent. "Michael's unconscious." A flicker of confusion crossed his aunt's face - Lucifer guessed she hadn't been paying attention to his brother enough to notice him being stabbed by Chuck, but to be completely honest, Lucifer couldn't blame her. It had been pretty hectic. "Dad kinda impaled him with a sword thing… kinda looks like something from Heaven, but we're not sure. I was thinking you could use some of those powers of yours and, uh…" He wiggled his fingers. "Maybe figure out where it came from."
"I can try." Amara wrinkled her nose. "If it's from Heaven, though… I know less about that place than you do, but…" She shook her head and shrugged again. "I can try," she said again, simply repeating her first three words, and glancing around at the damage she had made, a slight frown curling at her lips and a soft sigh breaking through her clenched teeth. "I shou-"
"I'll take care of it," Lucifer interrupted, sighing. "You go."
Amara looked over at him, but she was silent. There was no 'are you sure', no hesitation; just a nod, a sigh, and then Amara was gone; and Lucifer stood in the center of a broken field, just as damaged as he was. Only difference was that this could be fixed. Turning, the Devil lifted his wings, quietly putting out the remaining flames and ignoring the way they singed the tips of his feathers in the process, the way the fire burned through the feathers, causing his wings to curl up reflexively despite not feeling the pain himself. A soft glow began to emit from the feathers, a kind of light Lucifer himself had forgotten he could display, and it was somewhat calming to watch the field clear; He couldn't root the trees back into the ground, but he could incinerate them with white-hot energy, sending them back into the ground to regrow eventually. Moving forward, he approached the clump of grass that remained in the center of the field, stooping down low and pressing his hand down against it, trembling fingers beginning to glow.
He spread the grass out, watching the broken, barren land light up, lush and full of green once again, dimly lit by the gentle rays of the early morning's sun. Smoke billowed gently from the Devil's mouth as he sighed, watching silently, wondering if this was even a fraction of what Chuck had felt toward his creation in the beginning - and Lucifer wasn't even creating, he was just… renewing the beauty that had once been. Even then, he felt something, some sort of gentle pride at the now glowing field before him, the knowledge that he'd made something of the destruction that had occurred. He wondered if Chuck had ever felt the same way, at least in the beginning, at least with the first universe he had created…
He didn't hear the footsteps approaching, busy focusing his energy into the ground to spread the grass out across the torn Earth; he only stopped when he could see the figure out of the corner of his eye, turning his head a little and looking up to blink at his younger brother. Gabriel was simply watching him, curiosity mixing with confusion in his deep gaze; Lucifer managed a faint, albeit tight smile toward his younger brother, not moving his hand from the ground as he continued to extend the grass outwards. "Hey," he greeted, blinking at him slowly. "What's up?"
"Amara just got back," Gabriel explained, walking over to him. "She told me where you were. Said you might need some help." He flicked his gaze around for a moment, arching an eyebrow as if to say Lucifer hadn't needed any kind of help, obviously enough, he had this handled. But Lucifer knew something he didn't - his aunt was providing the stepping stones, the means for the Devil to explain everything to his brother. The only thing left was whether or not Lucifer decided to cross, or whether he stayed alone on the other side and simply watched from afar.
"Adam's got a new plan." Gabriel paused beside him, staring down at the Devil's trembling hand, still pressed against the ground; his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, but he said nothing, simply flicked his gaze back up to Lucifer. "Well, him and Dean. Something about possessing Dean in order for Amara to heal Michael or something, to wake him up." Lucifer didn't say anything, just grimaced - so his oldest brother was still unconscious. That definitely wasn't good - but he was glad they were making plans just in case Michael still couldn't pull himself out of whatever this was. He still had the feeling something was off. Even with everything that had happened, even without full use of his powers, Lucifer didn't think even that should have been enough to render the archangel unconscious, right? Not for this long…
"Well, good for them," Lucifer finally sighed, and blinked, watching, as Gabriel knelt down beside him, his hand pressed to the ground beside the Devil's and beginning to glow along with his. He stared over at his brother for a moment, then took in a breath and looked away. Again, he could choose to cross the stepping stones Amara had laid out for him, he could choose to tell his brother everything now, he had the perfect chance - but… no. Why bring it up? Again, too much to worry about, what with Michael, and Chuck, and… it just wasn't important enough to say.
He jerked his hand away from the ground when it began to shake a little harder, pushing himself to stand and turning away from his brother. Gabriel didn't move, simply continuing on until the rest of the field had been covered once again, looking better than it had before Lucifer had showed up. Here he was, picking up the pieces of yet another one of Chuck's mistakes. But Gabriel being there was just another reminder that he wasn't alone, too. At least, by all technicalities, he wasn't responsible for all of this himself; Gabriel and Michael and everyone else were struggling to pick up the pieces, too. The Devil lifted his chin a little, looking around.
"You okay?" Gabriel moved forward beside him, looking out across the land. Lucifer pulled a corner of his mouth upwards just the fraction of an inch, not quite a smile, not even close, just silently twisting and tugging his lips every so often before pulling them into a thin, neutral line once more, nodding slightly toward his younger brother in response.
"Yeah." He drew himself up a little, closing his eyes for a moment. "Let's head back."
The soft fluttering of Gabriel's wings indicated no hesitation, no pressure to tell him what was going on - which Lucifer respected, greatly - and after a moment of silence, Lucifer spread his own wings out again and flapped them gently across the air, bringing himself back to the bunker.
He appeared beside Gabriel seemingly only moments after his brother had appeared in the bunker, as Adam was still glaring at the archangel as if he had startled him. The glare faltered when he saw Lucifer, though, eyes flicking from the Devil's face to his hands - which Lucifer noticed at the last second were still trembling, and he managed to stuff them into his pockets before anybody else could see. He knew Adam well - and he knew how observant the demon was, even if he was quiet about it. He made mental notes about everything, even if only unconsciously, like it was some kind of instinct for him to take in every detail in case it might be important later. Regardless, Adam only studied him for a few moments before he leaned back, a calm, collected expression replacing the irritation that had been there just seconds before.
That was interesting, how he seemed to have a better time reigning in his own temper now. Maybe time with that Bela chick had done him some good. He seemed calmer.
Lucifer's eyes strayed toward Jack, somewhat unconsciously. His son had returned with Castiel - though the angel was at Dean's side, as the hunter gripped his stomach lightly with one hand, his mouth twisted into a sharp, barely-noticeable grimace. Looking back at Adam, Lucifer noted that he also had positioned a hand over his stomach, the same spot Dean was holding, the same spot that Michael and Dean had been stabbed. The Devil narrowed his eyes, silent.
Amara had the sword in hand, turning it over and frowning slightly down at it as she studied it. "No, I don't know," she finally sighed, handing it back over to Rowena. "I don't recognize it."
Lucifer exhaled softly and watched as Rowena put the sword back down on the table, then turned his head to look toward Adam. The demon was only focused on the sword now, teeth clenched, grinding together slightly, his hand clenched tightly around his suit, still positioned over his stomach - either out of anger or pain. He was pissed, but he wasn't saying anything, just staring, silent and considering, calculating, thinking. Which might be even more terrifying. Lucifer knew, without a doubt, that given the chance, he'd destroy Chuck without hesitating.
Finally, taking a deep breath, the demon sat up and turned to Dean. "We gotta figure out a way to get me in your head, now," he insisted, teeth still gritted together tightly.
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but Jack beat him to it, sudden but soft, and both Dean and Adam turned their heads toward him when he spoke. "Actually, Uncle Adam-" Lucifer's mouth twitched, while Adam's expression contorted in a mixture of confusion and disbelief while Jack just continued without missing a beat, "I had an idea. Jesse might be able to use his powers to transfer your soul into Dean's body," he added, looking back toward Dean somewhat hesitantly. "Without the risk of you having to use your powers, yourself."
Adam paused, his expression pinching up slightly with a mixture of uncertainty and thoughtfulness, but it finally gave way to intrigue. Lucifer studied his son for a moment, trying to stifle his smile now this time, as Adam finally heaved out a sigh. "Yeah, okay. Whatever it takes."
Jack practically lit up at that, a bright smile appearing on his face, excitement blazing through his eyes as he jumped up and nodded - vigorously. "I'll go get him." He paused for a moment, opening his mouth slightly, his eyes beginning to blaze a bright golden color. "He's still in the Empty…" He said slowly, pursing his lips. "I'll be right back." With that, before anybody else could say or do anything, the Nephilim slumped back into the chair, head rolling back.
Adam stared at him for a long time before he spoke, sounding bewildered and a little bit frustrated. "Why the hell does he call me Uncle?"
"Awh, I think it's kind of cute," Dean piped up, an amused grin appearing on his face. Adam shot him a look, while Lucifer just studied them for a few seconds, silent, before finally turning away and heading back over to where Rowena and Sam stood around the table, realizing for the first time that Crowley was nowhere to be seen. Sam looked up at him as he approached, his expression shifting slightly, but he said nothing and only offered the Devil a slight nod.
"Where's Crowley?" Lucifer asked casually as he looked down at the sword, frowning. It still held a sense of familiarity to it, but still one that he just couldn't place, no matter how hard he tried. He felt like he should know it, like he'd seen it before- but…
"Gathering ingredients," Rowena replied vaguely. "We're going to try the power-dampening spell again, with a few, um… adjustments." Her mouth tugged into a smile, dry and amused. "This time we're going to be using Nephilim Grace. Jack's already agreed."
Lucifer stared at her for a moment, silent. It was a good plan, by all means - but the words 'Nephilim Grace' just made him think back to what he'd done to Jack, to the powers he'd taken, to the way he hadn't even hesitated the second he thought his son was turning against him. He closed his eyes for a moment, twisting his hands a little harder against his pockets, and nodded. "Good. Good," he cleared his throat, taking a deep breath.
"It's just- considering the fact that Jack's more powerful than Chuck - especially since he's weakened," Sam continued on, and Lucifer cracked his eyes open, looking over at the hunter. "We kind of figured that adding a little bit of his power to the spell might be what clinches it."
"Yeah." Lucifer just nodded, lost in his own whirl of thoughts now. Well, this was good. Adam was going to find Michael - and Amara was going to bring his brother back to full strength once the demon was back in the picture - and they were working on another plan for the Cage. Now Lucifer wanted to focus on figuring out what this sword had done to his brother.
He glanced back at Adam, who was just staring at the sword now, and saw his own emotions reflected on the demon's face - just, with a little more fury, a little more determination. And that was a difference between the two of them; Lucifer wanted to figure out what the sword had done.
Adam was going to figure it out, even if it killed him, and he was going to make Chuck regret whatever he had done to the archangel.
Lucifer took in a breath and shut his eyes again. At least he could rest easy knowing Michael wouldn't be alone after he was gone, too. He'd have Adam. Jack would have Castiel and the Winchesters. Gabriel would have… well, he'd have porn stars. He'd be fine, they'd be fine. It was just yet another reminder that they didn't need him - and yet another rush of relief. He was doing something good for once… But something selfish, just like always, that voice was back, hissing and taunting, but it did little to sway Lucifer's resolve. Because you can't face the things you've done. You're no better than him. Even as the shaking started up again, though, the voice was easy to block out. He was good at ignoring his own demons by now.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to everyone in the bunker, Michael didn't have it so easy.