Lazarus had slept well at his home that night. He had taken a warm bath to sooth his cuts, and wrapped himself up in bandages. He wasn;t really the type of person to let physical injuries hinder him too much. He stood at the entrance to Phoenix wing for quite some time, before swinging the door open and walking in quite delicately. His hands were wrapped in bandages, as well as his body. His chest was covered in bandages clearly to support his ribs. He wasn't even bothering to wear a shirt. His jacket would be just enough. 

He spoke softly, yet both passionately and angrily. "Damian. Are you ready to be judged by heaven?" He looked in Damian's direction coldly, before moving a move for the court yard. Once arriving at the furthest end he turned back. "Come... and receive your judgement." He looked at the gravel, and slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and onto the ground.