Vincent is in trouble. With how Phalanx lives more or less moment-to-moment, this is increasingly becoming how the state of the world simply is to them. The ghosts are gaining gravity in that spot. Roots are probably starting to grow.

And they're seemingly absorbing Robin's gushy, affectionate nature, which is a dangerous prospect for everyone. Especially to someone with Vincent's sensitive hearing, the chuckle that echoes Robin's sounds like an eerily-exact copy.

"Want... want? We don't want." Phalanx's free hand flutters back and forth, wherever it's hidden under the blanket. "And they say not to touch those. Because of the mites."