Flick just nods, looking around at the knife wielding monsters and trying not to be reminded of Orien. Dammnit Cal. Looking up at Pell, he really didn't look that much different. He didn't seem, well, stately. Like the har everyone was talking about. Thiede's puppet, Tigron of Immanion and Wraeththu. Truth be told Flick wasn't sure what he had been expecting Pell to look like.

"We need to talk. But, you're right. Let's get some place safe." And there he was throwing words like hope around and Flick wasn't sure what he meant. He gives his friend a brief smile, because, maybe it really was Pell. Maybe Cal was just crazy and he hadn't died. Maybe everyone was wrong, and there was someone else as Tigron. Who knew what Thiede had planned?