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[ Phantom's eyes widen. He's usually a composed person, making any visible display of emotion remarkable. To have to kill someone with one's own hands... it hits quite close to home. He lost count of how many times he would be trapped in his own nightmares, hallucinating the dead bodies of those he had come to see as friends. And he did perhaps kill them in the real world too, not in Dreammare Castle, but back in Calais-Blaison, only for the Wine God to resurrect them again and again... ]

I'm sorry...

[ His words sound feeble in the face of Eustace's great sorrow, but he wants to at least make an attempt to communicate his thoughts in return. ]