"Misty would never hurt me. She's not a fear." Maybe seeing her hurt or dying, but... they're not sure that wouldn't just make them more angry, send them on a spree to kill whoever did it. "Block me from seeing it. Talk. Keep me present and not. Gone." The surroundings are mostly fog, now, but there are echoing noises and odd shapes, misty in the distance. Nothing tempting, now.