[A sad smile unfolds across his features and his eyebrows knit in worry, breathing out a small sigh as Falco's head rests against him. What a cruel world it was, to put him through this. The Harbinger falls silent for a moment to reflect on their battle, the slow change in demeanor as Falco fought him with his titan, and the boy he carried in his arms now-
When his own brother had died as a Waste back in the dream, he couldn't protect him. But maybe he could at least parry the danger from Falco instead.
It's the least he could do.]
Let's get you back home.
[The rest of the trip back is quiet, and he takes Falco home as he'd asked. To let him rest, to let him grow back his arm.]
sounds good to me!
When his own brother had died as a Waste back in the dream, he couldn't protect him. But maybe he could at least parry the danger from Falco instead.
It's the least he could do.]
Let's get you back home.
[The rest of the trip back is quiet, and he takes Falco home as he'd asked. To let him rest, to let him grow back his arm.]