Anger flows through his wires at Amada's words, but-
"..."
He doesn't even try to defend himself. What's the point? He didn't fucking mean to- he's been trying so, so hard not to make this shit a problem for anyone, but Amada's not going to want to hear it.
But hah. In a sense, isn't he right?
God, Falcon's such a piece of shit.
"Of course not," he hisses, "but that doesn't mean that was the right way either. I don't know what they should've done." His fists clench and unclench. "Maybe they should have! I don't know, but not- that."
Not what he meant to say. Fuck.
"Amada- I mean it. Leave," he says, "you don't look good."
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"..."
He doesn't even try to defend himself. What's the point? He didn't fucking mean to- he's been trying so, so hard not to make this shit a problem for anyone, but Amada's not going to want to hear it.
But hah. In a sense, isn't he right?
God, Falcon's such a piece of shit.
"Of course not," he hisses, "but that doesn't mean that was the right way either. I don't know what they should've done." His fists clench and unclench. "Maybe they should have! I don't know, but not- that."
Not what he meant to say. Fuck.
"Amada- I mean it. Leave," he says, "you don't look good."