Okay. That? Red flag. Like he was trying to say something and being controlled. Phoenix's eyes narrowed, ever so slightly. Not at all like Sparrow or Dove, either, like... he'd been in the middle of saying something and suddenly cut off.

Like a speaker, or an amp, suddenly being cut. Which was... interesting. "I don't mind sharing it," he replied casually, though he kept studying his counterpart's face. "The short version is: died twice, went to Hell. There's a lot of other, more complicated shit in there, but that's the abridged version of my dark and tragic backstory."