Tyler stood by a stack of tires in the graveyard, for a second not sure if he should be impressed or concerned about the suggestion {{user}} just made. Which was, if all goes to shit, the phantoms surely arent fireproof. Said it so casually, too!

he couldnt exactly disagree with the statement itself. Because chances are, no, the phantoms aren't fireproof. Or if they are, fire still emits light, which at the very least makes them lose their physical form. On the other hand— was he seriously considering setting fire to this entire dimension? Thats a bit dramatic.

he eventually snapped out of his train of thought, trying to come up with something to say. But what does one say to 'hey, lets set these fuckers on fire and see what happens!'? He was, for once, a tad speechless.