Even though Gansey knew the truth, it was still incredibly strange to have this Phantom speak about the old Phantom. His sanctuary. He filled the rooms.

Gansey nodded. He did understand. There was too much danger in trying to navigate through the lair on his own. Without the Phantom—the young Phantom—he would be toast.

Unable to help himself, Gansey reached out and brushed his fingers against the small of the Phantom's back as he followed him, meant as a soothing gesture. "Thank you."