"I'm... trying not to pretend anymore," Falcon agrees, looking at the petals flowing in the wind. Those words... he looks contemplative. "Change... it's very human."

There's a small frown on his face as he says it, and he pauses, thinking. As a machine, he can't physically change. Not unless someone does it for him- replacing pieces of himself with something else.

Would that still be him? Is he still the same as he was when mother made him?

Of course not. But is that a bad thing? Hereward hums, after all... we're not even close to what we were when we were first made, mentally, are we?

And this, too, is all thanks to the people around him. Good, bad... a little piece of everyone.

"... If I can change, as a machine, then I'm human, too," he determines in the end. It's something he already knew, but... it feels good to say it again. Even if it feels a bit like a lie, still, but Hereward harrumphs with satisfaction, so it must count for something.

Despite his earlier frown, his lips twitch upwards a little- indeed, is that a small smile?

"Thank you, Raven."