"I didn't sacrifice anything for the Winchesters. I wanted to save the Earth from you. Which I did, by the way. I hid out and invented increasingly complicated cocktails while they did the dirty work." Did Lucifer know that he didn't actually kill his brother? Well, now he does. Whoopdeedoo."This isn't really about them. Or Kali. I lied to Kali for hundreds of years. I'd probably stab me too."

Gabriel knocks back the rest of his drink, and when he sets it back on the table it's already refilled. He's angry and desperately sad, but outwardly it's showing more as disgruntlement. Lucifer hadn't been around to meet the so-called abominations that were killed out of some misguided desire for purity or safety or whatever the hell their reasons were, but Gabriel had felt a tremendous loss each time. That didn't have to happen, as much as Lucifer thinks it did.

"Getting hurt is part of it." He huffs a sigh and looks down into his glass. "Is that what you were trying to do with Johnny? Push him away before he can hurt me?" He looks up and meets his brother's gaze. "I don't need you to save me from myself, Luci. I don't want you to."