My unicorn got run over by a tractor

Lucifer caught up with them with his big strides. His feelings were not quite as complicated, quick as his body had been to serve him up with a primal one. That anger still sat in his bones, shielding him from worse emotion, as he spoke. "Well, work is perhaps an odd term, since we can hardly snap our fingers and fix that," he said, "But honesty is certainly preferable to just stewing in the knowledge something's wrong and you won't even let us know about it."