The look on Phil's face steeled up when Lockhearst mentioned about becoming like them. Like HELL he'd become like the Capitolites, to let go of all the pain, affections, memories, and one particular case, revenge he had built up over the years just to be comfortable and carefree. To forget. No, he made a promise, he was keeping it, humiliation be damned.

"Then let them try and touch," he outright stated, "I can learn to deal with it. It's part of the job description anyways, right?"