Because of Dishonor
"You do realize that this is suicide right?" Falco asked.
"Since when has self sacrifice become a synonym with taking your own life?" I asked.
"Since this is crazy." Fox replied. "You understand that you won't come back from this."
"I know." I answered, "Which is why I want you both to promise me something."
"What?" They said.
"When the greatest test comes for you, know the difference between honor, glory, and justice. I sense that you believe I am doing this for honor, glory, or both. I will not deny in saying that it is only partially true."
I looked out the bay window, around the ship was the destiny of one, the destiny of me, the destiny of Fox and Falco. My great associates who I have come to call brothers. Their destiny lies somewhere else.
I paused, took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
"Why do you fear?"
A voice, distant in time spoke to me. I knew who it was. I dare not speak his name.
"Why do you fear me?"
I have never been able to answer. The closest I came to was: "because"
"Why didn't you stop me from killing your family? You could've saved them."
By killing you I commit murder, and murder brings dishonor.
"What do you know about dishonor?"
I opened my eyes and said. "Everything."
"MK," Fox said, "are you talking to yourself?"
MK, that's what they call me. Nicknames are a symbol of friendship.
"Yes Fox," I answered, "I am conversing with myself."
"Cut the conversation short," Falco said, "if you're going to do this, you need to do it now."
I backed away from the window, bore my arm and in moments, fell towards Oblivion.
The wind swilled and moved about me as I fell like a graceful angel, falling from heaven, no longer able to see the stars, no longer allowed to see space and time interweave with each other in a dance of grace and beauty, that is only stopped when He commands it to. I am no longer able to reach.
Because of fear.
Because of regret.
Because of dishonor.
War raged below me, savagery and genocide. That's all war has become now: savagery and genocide.
I ready myself for engagement of the insurgents. As I impact the ground- alone, the voice from the past echoes the same three questions.
"Why do you fear?"
"Why didn't you stop me from killing your family? You could've saved them."
"What do you know about dishonor?"
Because.
A sword pierces through me, the diversion worked. The legion of darkness distracted, Fox and Falco and the rest of the world have a chance. A slim one, but a chance. I was happy to be of service.
Know the difference between honor, glory, and justice.
I don't.
I don't know what it's like to have honor, to feel glory, or to give justice.
"Why do you fear?"
Because I have nothing left.
"Why didn't you stop me from killing your family?"
Because they gave me gifts of nothing. I returned their gifts.
"What do you know about dishonor?"
Everything. Because that is my definition.
Dishonor.