Zenkichi’s brows hiked up behind his mask, though it wasn’t visible to Falcon. He wasn’t sure what part of his words had come off as projecting, but apparently, Falcon had taken it that way.

That was odd.

Unlike Falcon, Zenkichi had spent some aspect his life as a human. Had lived, fought, bled, gave up—and now his dead body paraded around as the final wall between humanity and ruin.

He was unhuman. Words that were constantly punctured into his skull as he was indoctrinated into the regime and he let them do whatever they could have wanted to do to him- really it was his way of atoning for a miserable life.
Until they pushed their luck and involved her in the mess and now-

Zenkichi didn’t push. If anything, the reaction only confirmed what he was already starting to piece together. For all intents and purposes, Falcon was going through some identity issues on his own.

And, well. He wasn’t about to start unraveling all of that on their first conversation alone.

So prickly.

Instead, he let out a short chuckle, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Touché,” he said, easygoing as ever. “Alright, message received. Loud and clear.”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. While he could analyze the blueprints, that was really more Akane’s job. Besides, if the proximity of any Goro Akechi variant in this place was tied to Tokyo—except for a handful that ended up in Inaba—then that left him with two options.

They could just ask Falcon.

Or they could do what they did best: investigate.

Well- let's try the first option first anyway.

"Uh...are you sure because you know where they are or...?"