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I'd rather be naïve than give up on people. I'd rather have too much hope than forget how to hope in the first place.

[ He raises his chin, defiant and serious, though there's a certain sadness to it too. ]

I'm sorry that happened to someone you cared about. That's awful. But wouldn't you rather try for a world where there are more people like him, instead of swearing revenge on the people who tore him down? Wouldn't that be a better way to show appreciation for who he was?

[ Maybe it's assuming a lot, that Sam cared about whoever it is he's talking about, but Orpheus feels there must be some part of this being that loved or at least had some affection for someone else, once upon a time. He genuinely can't comprehend the idea of living so long without finding at least one person who seemed worthy. ]

[It is assuming a lot, because it's assuming Lucifer didn't help in tearing Sam Winchester down.

Which, for the record, he pleads the fifth.

But ah, he's Sam Winchester right now, isn't he? Good ol' Sammy.]

Oh, it's not revenge. It's a cleansing. [The space around them darkens, grows colder and colder still.] A cleansing I'm more than happy to do to this cursed little town, the stronger I get. I'll make a world he'd appreciate, alright; one that is full of life — just... without humans.

[He smiles slightly, eyes glowing red in the dimness.]

Say, don't you have a girl to fail? Can't you hear her hopelessness?

[ Orpheus goes quiet at Sam's last question, straining his ears to listen for Eurydice's voice. He doesn't hear her, though, just the distant rumble of machinery and the ringing of pickaxes against stone. He shakes his head. ]

She's not here, [ he says, and it comes out defiant because maybe that's a good thing. Even if this is a dream, he doesn't want to see what Sam would do to her, for the sake of cruelty or to get a rise out of him. For once he's grateful that this dream in particular always ends with him alone. ]

It's just us here. You don't get to see her. [ Sam doesn't get to use her memory against him. Not so directly, anyway. ]

[Rather nightmarishly, the voice that comes from Lucifer's lips is — ]

I'll always be here.

[ — Eurydice's voice. Plucked from far more beautiful dreams, twisted up and repurposed and full of emptiness, full of hopelessness.]

Even when you don't see me, I'll be right here, Orpheus.

[Lucifer smiles, humored, and then is suddenly (blissfully) gone.

After all, Orpheus is tormenting himself plenty without his help, isn't he?]

[ Orpheus staggers back like he's been struck when he hears that, drawing a sharp breath between his teeth. This isn't the first time he's heard Eurydice's voice since losing her to the underworld a second time, thanks to Deerington being itself, but hearing her sound so defeated cuts him deep, even knowing it's just a trick. ]

Stop it- [ He snaps, shaking his head and taking another step back - but Sam is already gone by the time he looks up again, leaving him all alone in the empty city, the distant sounds of work echoing off the endless expanse of stone and steel. ]

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