Captain Falcon was never much of a talker. Though his behavior during his fights said otherwise, with him coming off as loud, confident and arrogant. He was a showman on stage, but when he was off camera he became more of a loner. He didn't stick around post-match to talk to any of his peers and he didn't hang out with any of them on his days off. It's not that he didn't like the others on the roster. Far from it actually. He had the upmost respect for the majority of them. Perhaps the one he respected the most was the man that lived in this cabin in the mountains, Solid Snake. Falcon liked to believe that Snake and he had some sort of friendship between them. During the third tournament, he would talk with Snake every now and then, something he didn't do with everybody. They didn't talk much, but they would talk. But now Falcon wanted to talk. He had something bothering him and he wanted to talk about it. He didn't know why but he only felt comfortable sharing it with Snake. Falcon knocked three times on Snake's door. After a few seconds, the door opened, and the two men were face to face.

"Hello Douglas." Snake greeted, having gotten familiar enough to be on a first-name basis with Falcon.

"Hey Snake, it's good to see you. Do you mind if I come in?" Falcon asked politely.

"Of course not! Step inside, I'll get you something to drink."

Falcon took a seat in Snake's living room while Snake went into the kitchen.

"What can I get you?" Snake asked.

"I'll just take some water."

"Alright."

Snake walked over to the living room and handed Falcon his drink before sitting down across from him.

"Nice of you to pay me a visit."

"It's been awhile since we saw each other hasn't it?" Falcon asked.

"It sure has. Though I'm sure you can tell from this place, I haven't had anything interesting going for me during that time. But that's the why I like it now. Just plain and simple. What about you?"

"Just the usual. Smash, tournaments, fighting. You know how it is." Falcon replied.

"Heh. Yeah I remember those times." Snake chuckled. Falcon then decided to get right to the point.

"I'm sure you've already figured out that I'm not here to just make small talk."

"Figured it out as soon as you walked through the door."

"I thought so. You were always that good at picking up on those things." Falcon laughed a little.

"Well whatever you want to talk about, I'm all ears." Snake assured.

"Thanks Snake. I appreciate that." Falcon said genuinely. "I lied when I said "just the usual" has been going on as of late. Something happened two nights ago in the bounty hunting part of my life."

"Wasn't sure if you still did that job on the side." Snake admitted.

"I still do. I might hang it up soon, especially after what happened recently."

"A situation went south?" Snake guessed.

"Pretty much." Falcon sighed. "I was chasing the perp down on foot. He was fast, but I knew I was faster. I was going to catch him eventually. But the son of a bitch was also aware of that, so he had something up his sleeve. I turned a corner to find him holding a young woman at gunpoint. He told me if I come any closer he'd kill her. So I listened to his demands. We ended up coming to a deal. I'd let him get away for now if he spared the lady. So he stared backing away from me, saying that once he felt he was far enough, he'd let her go…"

"He didn't keep his end of the deal did he?" Snake came to the conclusion.

"Yep. Once he got far enough, he killed her…and took off." Falcon finished and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sure you've heard worse stories, and seen worse events, but this is what happened with me. And it's been on my mind ever since."

"Things like that happen all the time. And you're right, I've seen them and heard them. But I don't feel like the circumstances of the situations matter. The bottom line is that an innocent person died, and that's never easy to hear." Snake explained. "I think I know what it is that's bothering you about this. You don't want to hear the whole "It's not your fault" pity that people usually get from these situations. Because you know that it wasn't your fault. What's bothering you is that there was nothing you could do about it right?"

"I feel like you're a mind reader sometimes." Falcon said confirming Snake's assumptions. "Yeah, it's really depressing that all I could do was watch as he killed that woman. I was powerless. If I would've made a move he would have killed her, but by not making a move he killed her."

"Well Douglas, there's nothing I can say that'll make this problem better overnight, but I'll tell you this…" Snake began. "I've been in situations similar to this in the past. I know it's hard, but don't beat yourself up over what happened. That's not going to improve the situation. What's important is that you bring the son of a bitch that did this to justice. Only then will you find some closure out of this. I think that's what that lady would've wanted too."

The advice snapped Falcon out of his state of self-pity. "Yeah…yeah you're right! That bastard is still on the run. I'll find him, and I won't let him get away next time!" Falcon said confidently.

"I know you will." Snake smiled. Falcon turned to face Snake and firmly shook his hand.

"Snake...thank you!"

Falcon made good on his promise. Within two days he found the murderer again and apprehended him with ease. He was brought to prison and Falcon was given the money for the bounty. But he didn't take the money for himself, instead giving all of it to the family of the woman. Afterwards, Falcon had finally felt at peace with himself.