Joey looked up at the ceiling for a moment, one hand rubbing at the bandages on his opposite wrist. "I- I don't know if I want them gone. Going back in time and having it never happen, sure. But...it did happen. If I had it erased, then- I don't know, it would just feel wrong."
"I feel that way about a lot of things," Patrick admitted. And he had forgotten a great deal of his life. He knew it sucked.
"I can't even explain the pain though. I was crucified by Lucifer. He waited for me to slide down off the wall. I fainted but he kept waking me up. Then they threw me in this room where I was for days and his minions played with me. And then someone came. He- He was wearing your face, Patrick."
Patrick raised his eyebrows at that. "My face?"
"Yeah. Told me you all had abandoned me and I believed him."