[Falcon turned away slightly, moving his hand across his face as he stared down at the floor... What was he supposed to say to that? The obvious response might have been to freak out, to shout and scream out questions and demands for answers. But where to start?
He bit down on his lip slightly, his expression somewhat pained as Falcon's thoughts swam, and of everything in his mind, all that came to the surface were Shodan's words. With that, he pulled the hand away from his face, his glove still saturated with the blood of his clone. Was he really in any position to judge.
He sighedm raising his head and looking back to Sander, his expression more of sorrow than anger or shock.]