He breathed in a hunk of air and then released it, closing his eyes. Saying it out loud was admitting it's truth and the power in those words. He didn't want them to hang him in the process as they had the night Patroclus spoke them.
"Two people in the city I'm not ready to see." He wasn't afraid. Never. But he couldn't face those ghosts like he had of all his fallen comrades. Those were real ghosts. These two? Polyxena and Neo? They were something much more grave.