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No. I'm fine on my own.
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Haru doesn't follow him, but neither does she leave the dock. If he needs backup after all, he knows she's there and how to reach her, but she won't push. Falcon deserves to have his autonomy respected.
Even to her perception, this place is heavy with memory.]
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It has been so long, but he still knows his way around. Certainly, some things have changed; some machines are decidedly more modern than what he remembers, but... it's the same place, without a doubt. The place he was made, the place he first came online. The place he and mother escaped, and never once looked back on.
It's a little dizzying to be here. There are cognitions around, but they barely pay attention to him, thankfully, fully absorbed in their work. Whatever that may be, in this realm.
... Is he imagining things, or does he recognize some of their faces? He- he has perfect memory, and he doesn't know these people, but somehow, they're... familiar.
It's their eyes. It's in their expressions. Something about them makes Falcon shudder. He tries to ignore it. He's here on a mission.
In the end, it doesn't take him very long to find the spare parts department, and-
Oh.
This is...
It shouldn't be surprising. He was taken here, after all, when he lost. He- he shouldn't be surprised, he knew this, but-
Knowing that 'spare parts' includes the least damaged bits of his dead sisters, some of them still mostly intact externally, isn't the same as seeing it for himself, after so long. He's frozen in place, staring out into the room.
It's almost like staring out into a sea of corpses. Arms and legs and whole torsos and- he- he needs to get going, he needs-
But even so, he stands there, unmoving, looking out over his sisters' destroyed bodies for a very long time.]
...
[By the time he returns to the docks, the sun has set. He's carrying multiple bags, each of them filled with parts and little doodads. Most prominently, however, is Robin Hood hovering behind him, carrying a container of sorts. Falcon looks far more drained than he should.
He grunts when he notices Rose.]
You're still here?
[His voice is subdued.]
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If you changed your mind, I thought it prudent to be nearby.
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Yeah, well, I'm done now. You can go... actually enjoy yourself. Have a look around the island, the flora and fauna are rather unique.
[Deflecting, because that's what he's good at.]
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[Besides, while it is lovely scenery, that's not why she's here.]
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That's- you shouldn't have spent the entire day waiting here. And I mean- look.
[He gestures towards the more tourist-y side of the island.]
I'm sure you'll find something interesting worth doing or seeing over there.
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[No, he believes it. It's just...]
You shouldn't have bothered.
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...]
... Whatever. I'm done now. I'm going home.
[Keeping Robin out like this is draining. Not like he can't, but it's just... draining.]
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Do you think you'll need to come back, or not?
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I'm not, no.
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[It's all he says before he moves to leave, although he briefly hesitates...]
See you.
[Then, he's gone for real, Robin floating behind him like a giant beacon.]