Phonos was just beginning to pry the doors open when she she described his arrival and he paused. At her latter remark, he dropped his head, grateful that she could not see his face. He couldn't describe the emotion that passed over his face, but he could feel it contorting his expression and twisting it to something he would never have wanted her to see. Regret, maybe. As if Killing would feel such a thing himself.

After a momentary pause, he lifted his head and continued as he was, tugging at the doors with all his might. Unfortunately, he was not a particularly large or strong man. His strengths were those of the mind, not brute force. They only opened a few inches to reveal a concrete wall beyond. Although they remained apart, he could not get them to open any more.

With a tight expression and a strained voice, he finally replied. It was the things he thought he should say more than what he actually felt, denying those feelings, but the lack of sincerity might have been noticeable. "I have no relationship with Helenus and no need or reason to treat him well. His existence has, thus far, only been a hindrance to your father."

His mind wandered back to that night in the lab, to when she had kissed him for the first time with his hands covered in blood. His posture stiffened anew with the thought and he had to focus away from it, lest he show some physical signs of the memory.