Redhawk Caldera who tells interns what to do.

As Phox had suspected, Figment was doing what he had always done. He was going with the flow, letting the river of life take him where it would. The others in Phox's life had so often been the banks of that river, thrashing him this way and that. First, it had been Towhee, then Camilla, then Towhee again, and now—in a way—Niamh. But Phox had grown a spine somewhere in there, and he'd figured out what he needed to be happy. Part of what made Phox tick was seeing his children happy.

Yeah, I didn't think about long term plans for a long time, believe it or not. It was probably around the time he'd hit his head that he truly honed in on where he wanted to go with his life. There was something to be said about passing this wisdom down to his kids. He wished he'd known how to articulate it back when he'd been Figment's age and younger.

Well, you don't have to decide right away. There are plenty of other ways to be useful if leading doesn't turn out to be what makes you tick, and don't let anybody—even Towma—pressure you into doing something unless you're one hundred percent behind it. Eljay was a prime example of that, even if Phox had thought poorly of him in the past. Now, though, he saw Eljay in a brighter light. He wasn't sure exactly what had shifted between then and now, but it was there.