He quickly runs a scan of the file again, pulling open folders, files, and... it checks out, what she's saying. There's a new log, and when he looks inside,there's a brief rundown on what was done to him. What changed, what got deleted, what got added.
It sounds like she's telling the truth.
He doesn't trust it for even a second.
What's in this for them? For any of them? They lied to him before- why wouldn't they now? They ambushed him. Lured him into a trap to, what, get rid of Shido's bug and nothing else? He doesn't even know them that well- he thought he and Phoenix might have had some sort of alliance, sure, but what does any of that mean in a fleeting world like this?
His head feels full. His limbs feel heavy. They fucking hacked him. Nobody roots around in his brain without some ulterior motive. The Kirijo Group did. Shido's goons did. Isshiki did.
Who's to say they didn't plant that log? That it's a distraction? A fake-out? They have pretty words, and yes, Shido's bug seems to be gone, but at what cost? What's the catch? And there is a catch. He fucking knows there is. There always is.
"Attack you?" he laughs hollowly, his fingers twitching as he grows more and more anxious. His Plume of Dusk feels like it might explode, buzzing in his throat-
He's not going to let them just- just do whatever the fuck they want to him. He's not. He doesn't know why she wants him to attack her, but it can't be good, no matter what she claims. He's not- he's not staying here to find out what she has in store for him.
"Robin," he hisses, and the Persona appears behind him. He raises his hand towards Futaba, as if going to attack her, but then-
"Trafuri."
With a wisp of magic, Robin surrounds Falcon with a blue light, and suddenly, he's gone. Not far, of course- Robin just teleported him out of their sight, landing on top of one of the buildings surrounding Kaneshiro's Palace. Despite himself, his arms are shaking, fans spinning audibly.
"Estoma," he whispers, and once again, Robin's magic surrounds him, cloaking him in magical camouflage.
With all that done, he slides down against the edge of the wall, hidden behind an airco unit, out of immediate sight and invisible to scanners ans sensors, his legs failing him. He can't- he can't fucking think, his mind zeroing in on the new file again and again and filling him with dread, horror, anger. All his scanners are active, Loki humming in the back of his mind as he keeps track of the group. Robin brushes against him inside his soul, sending out waves of comforting energy, but it just disappears in the haze of dread, of fury.
No matter what he does, the new file won't delete. He can't isolate it. It's just there, just like Shido's bug. No matter what they claim, it feels wrong and intrusive.
dead mom mention, also continuing to panic
He quickly runs a scan of the file again, pulling open folders, files, and... it checks out, what she's saying. There's a new log, and when he looks inside,there's a brief rundown on what was done to him. What changed, what got deleted, what got added.
It sounds like she's telling the truth.
He doesn't trust it for even a second.
What's in this for them? For any of them? They lied to him before- why wouldn't they now? They ambushed him. Lured him into a trap to, what, get rid of Shido's bug and nothing else? He doesn't even know them that well- he thought he and Phoenix might have had some sort of alliance, sure, but what does any of that mean in a fleeting world like this?
His head feels full. His limbs feel heavy. They fucking hacked him. Nobody roots around in his brain without some ulterior motive. The Kirijo Group did. Shido's goons did. Isshiki did.
Who's to say they didn't plant that log? That it's a distraction? A fake-out? They have pretty words, and yes, Shido's bug seems to be gone, but at what cost? What's the catch? And there is a catch. He fucking knows there is. There always is.
"Attack you?" he laughs hollowly, his fingers twitching as he grows more and more anxious. His Plume of Dusk feels like it might explode, buzzing in his throat-
He's not going to let them just- just do whatever the fuck they want to him. He's not. He doesn't know why she wants him to attack her, but it can't be good, no matter what she claims. He's not- he's not staying here to find out what she has in store for him.
"Robin," he hisses, and the Persona appears behind him. He raises his hand towards Futaba, as if going to attack her, but then-
"Trafuri."
With a wisp of magic, Robin surrounds Falcon with a blue light, and suddenly, he's gone. Not far, of course- Robin just teleported him out of their sight, landing on top of one of the buildings surrounding Kaneshiro's Palace. Despite himself, his arms are shaking, fans spinning audibly.
"Estoma," he whispers, and once again, Robin's magic surrounds him, cloaking him in magical camouflage.
With all that done, he slides down against the edge of the wall, hidden behind an airco unit, out of immediate sight and invisible to scanners ans sensors, his legs failing him. He can't- he can't fucking think, his mind zeroing in on the new file again and again and filling him with dread, horror, anger. All his scanners are active, Loki humming in the back of his mind as he keeps track of the group. Robin brushes against him inside his soul, sending out waves of comforting energy, but it just disappears in the haze of dread, of fury.
No matter what he does, the new file won't delete. He can't isolate it. It's just there, just like Shido's bug. No matter what they claim, it feels wrong and intrusive.
He misses his mom. So fucking much.