When faced with an indifferent universe, what can you do but struggle against it? Even if there is no way to know that what you're doing is the best thing, or even the right thing? The only other option is to lay down and let it steamroll right over you.
Lucifer stands, walking the step or two needed to bring him to Daniel's bedside. For a moment he looks at him, sitting there with his face in his hands, and feels pity for these sorry creatures that his Father made. There is something about Daniel that reminds him of Sam; a well-meaning man, firm in morals and determined to be good, who is dashed up, again and again, against the rocks of misfortune.
"You should rest. Whatever you're writing will still be there tomorrow."
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When faced with an indifferent universe, what can you do but struggle against it? Even if there is no way to know that what you're doing is the best thing, or even the right thing? The only other option is to lay down and let it steamroll right over you.
Lucifer stands, walking the step or two needed to bring him to Daniel's bedside. For a moment he looks at him, sitting there with his face in his hands, and feels pity for these sorry creatures that his Father made. There is something about Daniel that reminds him of Sam; a well-meaning man, firm in morals and determined to be good, who is dashed up, again and again, against the rocks of misfortune.
"You should rest. Whatever you're writing will still be there tomorrow."