[ Oh. That. ]

...I didn't get much. He was happy. Not content, just... schadenfreude and he'd talk to me, he'd remind of everything he could do, he.... he kept remembering the- the last time--

[ Just a quick pause, if you please. ]

I think it that must've been deliberate, it didn't feel like I was spotting information so much as I thought he was pointing me towards it, like... like it barely did more than scratch the surface and I--

[ He frowns. ]

I can't, I-- I don't know to look deeper.

[ At some point Philip thought that Clarence being in control of the body would at least have one advantage. Turns out he was wrong. ]

...It's like he's got a map of my brain and I don't.

[ Philip's confession comes reluctantly. It's hardly traumatising on the grand scale of things, but he still doesn't like the idea of admitting to that particular piece of failure.

At least he can offer a shrug. ]

Maybe that's all there was to it. Just... just a scare.

[ A terrible, terrible scare.

He doesn't sound all that convinced, personally. ]