One good angel doesn't mean anything for the rest of Heaven.

[ it's carefully metered. so careful, because every instinct he has is to just let it out, all of it, but charlie doesn't deserve that. he's certainly not mad at her for being hopeful, for believing in the good in people, but he can't change. not now.

he takes a slow breath. in, out. keep your shit together, lucifer. ]

I believe that your friend can be good. But if she truly is, they'll kick her out. That's just how Heaven works, Charlie! They take anyone that thinks differently from them and treat them like they're—like they're some kind of monster.

[ when lucifer, the first and the favorite and the most loved, could go from that to what he'd become in a slow descent just because he wanted something different and better... and of course, then the sheer drop once he'd toppled off the precipice. ]

I'm sorry, Charlie. I can't believe that Heaven will ever change.

[ because if they can change, that means that everything they did to him, to everyone and everything he's ever loved, was for nothing. ]