That was... an interesting answer, and far more than he expected. Did Charlie know she sat at the top? Of course she did. But she didn't like the aspect of letting it carry her through achieving her aspirations, her dreams.

And if anyone deserved to have their dreams come true, it was Charlotte. He would never have what happened to him happen to her. ...Or he would die trying.

But the funniest damned thing happened, and he could hear himself now: My daughter wants to see me! Take THAT, depression!

But he could also, just the same and just as clearly, hear another voice. To his dismay, his shame, it always sounded like Lilith: She's obligated to care about you, Lucifer.

No. She invited him over. That. That mattered. Matters.

He smiled through it. "She's got a big heart, for sure. Sees the good in everybody, and always finds a reason to care about someone other than herself. None of us deserve her."

He leaned a cheek upon a hand. "...Makes us poor, unwanted schlubs wonder how we got so lucky despite where we are, huh?"