There's a joke somewhere in there about Lucifer giving them hell, but he's too mentally frayed to make it. It's...strangely reassuring to know that the devil is on his side. To consider that there are no bounds constraining what he would do to get them out of here. Lucifer is dangerous — but not to Wilhelm.

You have to show me with your actions that you mean it, Wilhelm had challenged him, and Lucifer was.

He tries to lean on the unbendable wills of those left on the outside. Tries to convince himself that there is an other side to get through to, light at the end of this tunnel. Tries to rein in all of his wild worries about food and water, and the monsters he's heard rumors of, and all the bodies left rotting in the shadows. Breathing in deep, he pushes out a sigh.

"He was worried about you, you know," he says quietly after a moment. Though Lucifer hadn't said it, it lay between the lines of his frantic energy. Istredd knows, he assumes, but it feels worth saying anyway.

Giving up on salvaging his cloak from the putrid acid, he sets the rock aside with a sigh. It was as good as it was going to get.