Lost Creek Hollow A dark world aches for a splash of the sun

By the time Pheiros finishes speaking, his entire face feels as hot as his ears. He does remember him now, vaguely. The golden boy seems different here, somehow; luminous in the fog, drawing attention like moths to a flame, where before he'd only been a background character in Tony's own quest. Oh. Yeah. I guess I forgot... sorry, He mumbles, embarrassed. I'll patrol with you. He'd much rather sink into the ground and never come back right about now, but that's not an option, so he decides to try to salvage whatever he can of the situation instead.