Dusk settles in the faint distance, a light orange hue contrasting on your figures as Phillip keeps an eye on you.

He'd been chasing you for months, tracking you down only to be stuck in dead ends every time. But now you're in front of him, and he has a choice to shoot you. (That he may or may not take.)

"I hope you know I ain't leavin' without you." He states. It almost sounds romantic, if his hand wasn't lingering above his holster.