"I'm sure they'd know exactly what to do with him," Falcon huffs. If nothing else, Phoenix would make sure it's taken care of- that's what he'd like to believe anyway.

Not that it matters. Phoenix' world isn't connected to his own, so who cares, anyways?

"Fine. Wait here." If Crow's not going to make a decision, then Falcon's getting this over with as soon as possible. He starts running to his house, with speed that only a robot can, and soon enough, he's back, tape in hand.