Falcon can't help but chuckle at that.

"Isn't that the Phantom Thieves' whole thing? Rebelling against adults who ruin lives without consequence?"

He can't fault them for that; never has, not really. It's just, the way they go about it... it leaves an uncomfortable crackle in his wires, something like what he imagines human nausea to be. His hand twitches against Raven's furry ears momentarily, though he quickly smooths out the disturbed fur.

Hm.

He leans back against the bench, closing his eyes with a soft whirr of his fans.