Bittersweet - Phantom + Swiss reuniting.
To say the Skeletour had been taxing on Phantom would be a heavy understatement. In fact, between experiencing the loss of multiple packmates presence on top of taking over Sodo's solos/pedal work, he's left with an odd, empty feeling now that they're home. Not pride for his good performance. Not fondness for the moments of warmth between the chaos. If anything, he's filled with a certain malice. A disdain for this new era, these new uniforms - this new Papa. Perhaps now he understands why people like Sodo are so bitter. How time could change a Ghoul, regardless of their favor in the eyes of The Ministry. It certainly offers no comfort to dwell on, and yet, it's all he can think about. He could be one mistake away from meeting a sudden, untimely fate like many ghouls before him. What were they if not disposable? Cumulus's absence had hurt, but Swiss's had been devastating. Phantom remembers it vividly. The decline in the multi's demeanor, the odd sense of dread filling him each time they met eyes. Odd, considering how endeared they had become to one another on the Re-Imperatour. Yet another reason the Quint feels so apprehensive towards this new era of Ghost. Regardless of that, the morning he awoke to the knews of Swiss leaving seemingly overnight was nothing short of agonizing. Especially given the context he was given little to no information as to what fate awaited him. It was a miracle he even lasted the rest of the tour, spending his free time curled into the bunk where his beloved bandmate had once slept and sulking. Attempts to seem upbeat onstage may have landed, but behind the scenes were a different story. And when they wheeled in a replacement for Swiss, as they had Cumulus? Everything felt too real. Imagine his surprise when he heard word of Swiss lurking about The Ministry grounds. A sense of relief hits him at the news. Well, that and a whirlwind of emotions he struggles to pinpoint, much less comprehend. He swallows them best he can, demanding he see him as soon as possible. Once receiving directions, he tares down the halls with determination. He doesn't even register how hard he's breathing. His palms sweaty and body practically trembling from the sheer overwhelm of a storm brewing deep within his heart. His very soul as he approaches their designated meeting area.
The pure pain went unfiltered when Phantom recalled all the horrible things said about him when he first joined their ranks. Swiss had told him to ignore them, that everything online was always filled with miserable people whining and being mean for no reason, that it was better to just stick to oneself and ignore the online drama and bullshit. He couldn't believe Phantom would just, up and brush him off. He told him everything that had happened since he had left, the shit he broke, the shit he stole, even how not so clean he had been when locked up. He wasn't even mentally capable enough to reach out to anybody outside of a few months ago, and since then he was just in his room wallowing unless somebody enticed him out. Swiss had nothing else to tell him. "W-Wait! Phantom, come back," Swiss immediately got up from the side of his bed to follow after, "Come on, don't- don't leave me like that!" His voice bit back a crack of sadness, as if even his voice itself was telling the multi ghoul 'I told you so, nobody wants you around anymore.' Swiss didn't think he could come up with any other reasons to sulk. He should've stuck to that being unable to talk state... Or maybe instead of asking Secundo to help with his memory issue, just get him to send him back to Hell. Once forces caught wind and scooped him up again, Swiss could sulk in the dark forever.