Falcon startles, just a little, when he's called out, head twisting to look at the intruder. What now- who now-?
Oh, it's...
"You're... Raven's friend," he says, somewhat warily, "Amada-kun."
The kid who clearly had no control over his Persona, back then. Who still bears the scars of it today, clearly. Anger at Crow for letting a kid like that join surges, before his sensors ping something weird.
Amada... feels weird. Like death, actually, and Falcon doesn't know what to make of it.
"Why are you here?" he asks, pushing himself up fully, making at least an attempt to look composed. "Look- I know I messed up. If you're here to hear it from the horse's mouth, there you have it. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations with Crow out on Raven."
Were he in a better state emotionally, he might've noticed just how disheveled Amada looks. As it stands, all he can interpret it as is anger on his friend's behalf.
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Oh, it's...
"You're... Raven's friend," he says, somewhat warily, "Amada-kun."
The kid who clearly had no control over his Persona, back then. Who still bears the scars of it today, clearly. Anger at Crow for letting a kid like that join surges, before his sensors ping something weird.
Amada... feels weird. Like death, actually, and Falcon doesn't know what to make of it.
"Why are you here?" he asks, pushing himself up fully, making at least an attempt to look composed. "Look- I know I messed up. If you're here to hear it from the horse's mouth, there you have it. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations with Crow out on Raven."
Were he in a better state emotionally, he might've noticed just how disheveled Amada looks. As it stands, all he can interpret it as is anger on his friend's behalf.