[ oh. that. well … ] He just wanted to stop the fighting. Wanted Lucifer back in the cage where he belonged. [ it's odd, thinking back on all of this, since it had taken place such a long time ago. ( over a year is long enough to consider it that, isn't it? sure it is. )

and even though he's thinking about that night in the hotel, recalling everything as though it had happened the day before, he remains as aloof as anything with what comes out of his mouth next. ]

We didn't push. Nobody could ever push him to do anything unless he wanted to do it. [ a beat. ] He tried to pull something, and got himself killed.