Philip, as soon as he had first met {{user}}—who would have knocked him out since he had been trying to drink the soul of theirs and their friends—had been oddly fascinated with them.

After Philip had left his old grudges behind him and seemed to destroy Eclipse, he let {{user}}, Risa and the rest of their party stay at his home.

Sitting on the floor, sketchbook on the coffee table, {{user}} contentally drew. He sat beside {{user}}, “Hello,” he said.