[ In Lucifer's opinion, it isn't just Walt but every one of them that deserves Hell. They could rot in their flesh suits, populate the earth until it buckled under their weight, and self destruct themselves as a consequence, he wouldn't care. Why would they deserve God's unconditional love, his Heaven, the place that had belonged to Lucifer and his brothers before humanity was even a glint in their Creator's eye? Walt doesn't see it all as anything but noble, self sacrificing. He sees his suffering and imagines nothing worse. He looks at the world with the entitlement that every human being does, as though it owes him something, when the fact of their existence should be more than enough.

Out of pettiness, Lucifer would have them all burn for eternity, and maybe then they would feel a fraction of the agony that he felt, thrust from his Father's Grace. A hard two years. A tragic life and a tragic end. Boohoo.

But he doesn't say any of that. What he says, in the end, is this: ]

You're absolutely right. Why should you have to suffer? It was God that gave you your cancer, Walter. It was God that took your family away from you. It's God's prerogative to see you punished, and it was Him who created Hell in the first place--not me.

Do you think it's a coincidence? You mix this inert substance with this acid, you add a catalyst, you bring it up to temperature and down to temperature, and you create a drug that brings sin straight to sinners. Do you think that's chance? God created every facet of your fall just as He facilitated mine. He made it that way, and if there is a Hell, and you are going there, then that was the fate that He chose for you. Why? What did you ever do to Him?

[ Nick, he'd whispered into his vessel's ear, It was God that sent that man to murder your wife and your baby. It was God that took them from you. Don't you want - don't you deserve - revenge? ]