"Persona? What's that?" he asks, as if he doesn't know. As if he doesn't have two of them himself. "Oh, are you perhaps talking about the concept of Carl Jung...? Though I'm unsure what relevance that has."
While Falcon's somewhat relieved to hear that death isn't permanent in this space, it also worries him. His programming, already attempting to send the info to Shido, buzzes angrily inside of him, sending out error reports left and right. 'What a headache.'
He agrees with Crow, though. He doesn't want to inflict that trauma onto Raven, not if he can help it... which he can't, not really. Not when it comes down to it.
It's a good thing Crow intervened when he did.
"It- was an honest mis-understanding," he says, wording more stilted while the error reports buffer, until his programming latches onto it, and corrects. His smile widens to hide the brief glitch. "I'd really never hurt anyone without due cause, least of all a child."
What a joke. He's killed children on Shido's orders. It still sends static to his core.
"Let's put all this behind us, and start over, shall we?" he hums, putting his hand on his hip, tilting his head. Friendly and disarming and pleasant. "We got off on the wrong foot, and I'd hate for that to hang between us."
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While Falcon's somewhat relieved to hear that death isn't permanent in this space, it also worries him. His programming, already attempting to send the info to Shido, buzzes angrily inside of him, sending out error reports left and right. 'What a headache.'
He agrees with Crow, though. He doesn't want to inflict that trauma onto Raven, not if he can help it... which he can't, not really. Not when it comes down to it.
It's a good thing Crow intervened when he did.
"It- was an honest mis-understanding," he says, wording more stilted while the error reports buffer, until his programming latches onto it, and corrects. His smile widens to hide the brief glitch. "I'd really never hurt anyone without due cause, least of all a child."
What a joke. He's killed children on Shido's orders. It still sends static to his core.
"Let's put all this behind us, and start over, shall we?" he hums, putting his hand on his hip, tilting his head. Friendly and disarming and pleasant. "We got off on the wrong foot, and I'd hate for that to hang between us."