"All right," Miles said in a quiet tone. "Changing into your suit? It might help...", he commented, watching as the shapeless grey masses were pushed aside. There was something a bit strange about how Phoenix was doing this - as if there was something he wanted to hide, or to protect.

"You're hiding something." There was no judgment in the words, no immediate jump to disapproval. "I'll understand if you tell me no, and won't ask again or go looking for it." The last part of the sentence rang true. At one time, he would have looked, but...not now.

"This place will eat you alive from the inside out if you let it. If it's important, in any way, to either our past or future...I'd like to know what it is."