"You-"

Falcon's eyes widen at the use of his name, his real name, at what exactly it is Phoenix is offering him. His sensors practically vibrate at the ambient sense of... something. Magic. Not just any- Falcon's learned enough about Phoenix by now-

"... That'll bind you to me," he mutters, watching the green light pulse in Phoenix' hand, "won't it? And not in the way you showed me earlier."

Back at the dungeon. The bond between them- it exists, yes, but it's not nearly the same as this.