Phantom pauses for a moment, thinking it over. 'These people seem soft,' he thinks. 'Probably never killed before. Are probably just normal people who wanted to make a difference, and have social lives and homes and families and no mental disorders. But not me. I have nothing to fight for. No social life, no home, no family, and mental disorders. Maybe they could be my... Friends? Give me something to fight for? Maybe.

'Guess I'll have to find out.'

"... I'm in." He says, putting his gloved hand in the center of the table. "But don't think this means I'll go soft on the scum."