[ he doesn't even think about outside at first— the first people who came to mind to him were those from home, gabi and the others who flew on his back, they needed him and he missed them just as much as they would be worried sick about him. shortly afterward came the thought of erwin and cassandra, maybe even others he's met, he wasn't sure (and hadn't meant to doubt their care). prickling doubt at the back of his mind that this could be trickery couldn't last, and a risk had to be taken. he was wavering, but the man already helps in coming down to his height at just a little more than four feet, small. he doesn't wince, falco hadn't been used to gentle words since he's learned how to walk. if anything, it was what he needed the most, not a pat on the head or a warming embrace. it was serious encouragement.
it was really now, or never and he'd rot in here because he couldn't trust in anyone, and that wasn't the case for falco. never was. he could have a distrusting hunch to survive, but when there's good in someone he fights to see it. the harm that could've been done here was already at its worst, and he could say without a doubt that he's seen cruel people, but due to cruel circumstances, not because they were that way. it was a shock to experience that anyone in their right mind would do this to them all and for what reason? he couldn't understand it and it kept him here in this corner.
when it should be urging him to see the light again. the boy's gaze does change some; they go from frightened to uncertain, to quickly contemplating to emotional and expressive as his hand extends with more confidence. he wanted to apologize, for not acting as quickly or more as himself— it'd been cramped in here for too long. the man's efforts would never go in vain, he didn't want it to come to that, and grips the offered hand tentatively, then tightly.
his other hand is gentle and quick on his rescuer's shoulder, but it's vivid in expressing his thanks, followed by a tug and blinking the tears far away that built up on his eyelids. he doesn't want to stay here any longer. ]
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it was really now, or never and he'd rot in here because he couldn't trust in anyone, and that wasn't the case for falco. never was. he could have a distrusting hunch to survive, but when there's good in someone he fights to see it. the harm that could've been done here was already at its worst, and he could say without a doubt that he's seen cruel people, but due to cruel circumstances, not because they were that way. it was a shock to experience that anyone in their right mind would do this to them all and for what reason? he couldn't understand it and it kept him here in this corner.
when it should be urging him to see the light again. the boy's gaze does change some; they go from frightened to uncertain, to quickly contemplating to emotional and expressive as his hand extends with more confidence. he wanted to apologize, for not acting as quickly or more as himself— it'd been cramped in here for too long. the man's efforts would never go in vain, he didn't want it to come to that, and grips the offered hand tentatively, then tightly.
his other hand is gentle and quick on his rescuer's shoulder, but it's vivid in expressing his thanks, followed by a tug and blinking the tears far away that built up on his eyelids. he doesn't want to stay here any longer. ]