[Thank god for Fantasma taking the bullet. Choosing a pair of Cervello as a disguise was clearly the perfect choice here. Mammon is well aware of what Xanxus can do when he's pissed and someone is in reach.]

You have everyone you need, Xanxus. And someone to fill in the spot that isn't.

[Well, he did, back then. Gola Mosca filled its purpose.]

You don't remember their faces, but you clearly remember them in some way, don't you? Enough to be possessive over them, at any rate, it seems. What do you remember?

[A rock of Fantasma's illusionary hips to encourage him and keep his hands busy.]