She might see, but there are still things she hasn't seen yet. Marks that he will need to take care of somehow. But right now he's angry and hurt and tired and...utterly shocked. Shocked because Luci is holding him. Her arms about him, helping him stay upright. He sags against her and he's certain she can feel his pulse racing in his anger and the heat pouring off of his skin from where his scars flare.

He can't argue with her. His pride wants to demand that she let go. That he can get to his room on his own, but he knows he can't. He'll probably need help with his clothing to. It's not something he's looking forward to. He almost doesn't want Luci to ever see it. The broken ribs, the sliced up skin, the burns...those are fine. But the brand... he wants to make sure he finds a way to get rid of it before she ever knows. But it doesn't look like he'll be getting that chance. So all he can do is clench his teeth and let her take him.

He's calming down though, as they make it to his room. As he calms, those marks that take up most of his body start to fade again. "I...I'll wait. I'll wait until I figure out what the hell they did. What they did to make me so fucking weak. When I find out, when I learn their secret, it's on, Lucifer. You understand me. It's going to be so fucking on and all that will be left of them will be smoke and ash."