Joey looked shocked then. "Satan and Lucifer? Lucky me." He looked bitter for a moment and Patrick thought he was going to kick them out until he said, "doesn't matter, he was wrong."
Just those few words filled Patrick with more hope than he had had in a long time. Joey had accepted that they had tried to get to him and it was what he had been wishing for. "He was."
"I lost track of time in there. I was cold and starving and thirsty and I woke up one day and there were no minions around. No minions and my door was open. I thought I could escape because I'm an idiot. I wandered the halls and while looking for the front door I found a bathroom instead. The taps weren't working so I drank from the toilet. I didn't even care that that is disgusting. Then I found the front door but I couldn't get out."
"It's not disgusting, Joey," Patrick assured him. "I mean... you did what you had to do."