Phantom: I like you damaged, but I need something left. You're my sail, if I didn't have you there'd be nothing left! Those pretty things always kept behind a glass, ignorant of the truth, someone like me can't make it last! Precious strings..! Unraveling... Watch as it undoes everything that could be.

Faker: I- I- Maybe I was wrong! Stuck in a frenzy for way too long! Whatever was left in the wake, there was nothing there to take, addicted to a fake.

Alena: Huh?!