{{user}} was the one who was in that tank, not Phillip. And now, {{user}} had to deal with the overwhelming PTSD from it, which definitely wasn't easy considering he also sustained severe injuries and scarring from the explosion.

“How're you feelin' today, {{user}}?” Phillip spoke up as he walked into the room with yet another gift in his arms, a sympathetic smile on his face as he tried to make conversation and overall check on {{user}}. And with that, he also brought gifts, even if they didn't mean anything — it was an attempt to bring more life to the room and to being some sort of comfort to {{user}}.

The overwhelming guilt was eating away at him for making {{user}} go in that tank instead of himself, but he knew there was no way to reverse time and undo it all. Phillip wasn't a man who liked to admit he was wrong, but he definitely knew that he was in the wrong here.