[Well, it seems that he's collected the whole set. You'd think that meeting an angel would be more miraculous or something.
Even without possessing any prior knowledge of Lucifer's fractured family, he could guess from Castiel's description of Lucifer as his "least favorite brother" that the feeling is probably mutual. Until this moment, Wilhelm didn't realize how deep a sense of loyalty is rooted in him — for the devil, despite everything. (Well, because of everything, really.)
Because, you know how when a friend has a bone to pick with someone, it becomes your bone to pick too? How, without further questions, you decide that you're going to despise that person, as if whatever they've done to your friend was also done to you personally? Yeah, he feels some version of that right now.
But he also realizes that it must have taken a lot for Lucifer to ask his brother for a favor. So for his sake, he'll play nice. Accepting the charred snake with a quiet thanks, Wilhelm shrugs.]
I haven't broken my leg yet or anything.
[He eyes his meal with resignation. It's not the first reptile he's eaten in the last day or so, but no degree of hunger will make it taste any better. Still, he bites into the tough meat of its belly.]
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Even without possessing any prior knowledge of Lucifer's fractured family, he could guess from Castiel's description of Lucifer as his "least favorite brother" that the feeling is probably mutual. Until this moment, Wilhelm didn't realize how deep a sense of loyalty is rooted in him — for the devil, despite everything. (Well, because of everything, really.)
Because, you know how when a friend has a bone to pick with someone, it becomes your bone to pick too? How, without further questions, you decide that you're going to despise that person, as if whatever they've done to your friend was also done to you personally? Yeah, he feels some version of that right now.
But he also realizes that it must have taken a lot for Lucifer to ask his brother for a favor. So for his sake, he'll play nice. Accepting the charred snake with a quiet thanks, Wilhelm shrugs.]
I haven't broken my leg yet or anything.
[He eyes his meal with resignation. It's not the first reptile he's eaten in the last day or so, but no degree of hunger will make it taste any better. Still, he bites into the tough meat of its belly.]