The statues feel off in a way that Falco can't quite put a finger on. He does venture to touch the copper-stained figures and settles his curiosity on what seems like a kraken, brushing his fingertips on the metal's sculpture's perfection to detail. Would it be okay to take? To study, certainly— he's reminded of Palamedes and Jun, as studious and curious as he was. It would make a good study session . . .

gently cupping the palm-sized figure, Falco propels himself with a kick and pushes from the wall closer to Pyrrha. When his eyes fall on what look like glyphs of an ancient language— his eyes widen and blink rapidly to refocus. He's pointing at them with a gesture akin to familiarity.

He may has seen something similar elsewhere.