In retrospect, it would. But right now, Dick is concentrating, filling his heart (and therefore the ring) with as much hope as possible.

And then the yellow is gone. Not gone forever-- Dick is pretty sure you can't actually kill fear-- but gone for now. He floats down to the floor of the corridor, completely exhausted. But when he sees a figure limping toward him, he pulls his last reserves of energy and runs toward it.

"Kyle? Kyle!"