When the cup was placed in front of him, Gansey wrapped his fingers around it. It was cool to the touch.

So the Phantom didn't want to kill him. He didn't think Gansey deserved to die. Somehow, that helped him come to terms with his standards of the Phantom. He had been right. Despite the stories, the Phantom was not an indiscriminate killer. Else Gansey would have been dead from the start.

"Is there a way we can compromise?" he asked, studying his own cup. "I can't... I need to be outside. I need sunlight. Else, I'll surely die of depression."