Phillip did not immediately react when Amy lightly kissed him, though his cheeks did flush scarlet immensely. "Your scrap book....you must have been through alot, huh?" Suddenly self-conscious of the thing, he turned to make sure the door was closed behind them and that the two were properly alone. Satisfied about his surroundings, he took a deep breath before looking up into Amy's eyes.

"Amy...I....well, you see, this eye-patch...this is a symbol of my family's power. I mean, s-sorry if this all sounds so sudden! But well, you offered to listen to me, so I just...well..." He clasped his hands together and sighed deeply, not really wanting to relieve certain memories. And yet....

"When I was about five years old...my left eye was ripped out by my father."