As the fighting continued, Toran emerged on Phil's shoulder. Attempting to get Phil's attention, He said "Phil, is something on your mind?". Phil paused before answering, looking around the room for eavesdroppers he whispered back "The thought of going to Atlanta hasn't exactly left my mind". Toran leaned in closer and said into Phil's ear "Then why don't you tell the group?". Phil turned his head to look Toran in the eye, Then continued to whisper "because I don't know if I can... recite those memories,, not with it happening so recently". Toran looked at him questioningly "then what are you going to do? I saw you harm your self earlier, keeping it a secret isn't going to keep you sane either". Phil shrugged, whispering "I'll tough it out, fake a smile and say nothing more... at least until I'm ready." Toran gave a serious look, then said sharply "I don't lik-"
"Stop..." Phil said, with a look of frustration on his face, "we're done talking about it". With a huff, Toran flew out of the cave, past the already intense fighting. Phil put on a blank expression and continued to watch the fight.