Oh, the others. Pff—well, except for Raven. "Phoenix's question seemed reasonable enough, I suppose. I might have asked it myself, if I had the inclination. Dove—the less said about him the better. Frog doesn't signify. Raven...." His lips pinch. Shit. "Raven's young."

What would he have done at thirteen, after all, if he could have turned around and found his mother there? How different might things have been? He doesn't want to think about it; he looks back to Falcon. "It's not rational, is it?"

The impulse, he means. They know the facts, the basic workings of their shared multiverse. But that doesn't make it different.