Pyro: Excuse me, Paladin, but when you introduced yourself, you spoke of a life of tragedy. Let me tell you, you know nothing of tragedy…
Landis: Tragedy is seeing your family engulfed by flames as someone runs your mother through as she tries to protect you. Tragedy is finding you are the only one left afterwards. Tragedy is seeing those around you fall in battle due to your mistakes…
Pyro: My life has been nothing but tragedy, save for the warmth of the Phoenix. You see, was it loving and good that my father burned my hands in the fire?” (takes off black gloves to show terribly scarred hands). Was it loving when my worthless mother watched him do it and did nothing? No, it wasn’t; it was tragedy. Only the warmth of the Phoenix saved me from this and gave me strength, love, and purpose. I watched my grandmother day after day be in pain due to her illness and the Phoenix was the one that stepped up and delivered her from that pain into his warm wings. The Phoenix did this and showed me what true love and compassion was.
Landis: The Phoenix isn’t a savior to you; it was a crutch, an excuse for you to end those around you.
Pyro: The Phoenix saved me from my tragedy and empowered me as I am today. He can empower you if you will accept it. My old name burned in the fire. My true name is Pyrophilus, fire-lover and lover of the great purifier, the Phoenix. Only through flames, can we be reborn.
Landis: And yet the Phoenix didn’t spare you when both times you fell in battle. If I recall, it was I that came to your aid, not the Phoenix. Or maybe the Phoenix was just sleeping and your cries fell on deaf ears? Maybe next time cry out louder from the pool of blood you are in!
Pyro: Funny, Paladin, that you are acting in the will of the Phoenix this whole time. It was his will that you aided me. He willed it and it came to pass.
Landis: Very well, when next you fall, we shall wait and see if the Phoenix comes to your aid…
Pyro: Yes, if I fall again, the phoenix shall raise me anew through flame. You will see that he is real.