When Tabuu had finally been defeated, and all the worlds were in their rightful place, the Brawlers were battered and weary, some with broken bones and others with nasty cuts. All anyone wanted to do was get back to their homes and rest, but Zelda, curse her, pointed something out. She said that if an evil like this should arise again–and it surely would–that it would be better if they were all together. She described the ragtag team as "a force of good" and "guardians" that could train each other and work as a team to become better fighters. This made Olimar feel uncomfortable; could he ever truly be called a 'hero'? And furthermore, what about his wife and kids? He he decided to ask Captain Falcon about this–truthfully, at this point, he was the only Brawler he felt confident enough to talk to. By this time Olimar was ok with him being around. His fear had gone and his resentment had vanished during the several occasions where Falcon had saved his life.

Olimar tugged on his hand, much like a child would if he needed to 'potty'. Olimar felt very small in comparison.
Falcon looked down, dragging his attention from Zelda's speech.
"What is it?"
Olimar shyly scuffed his boot on the ground.
"Does this mean I have to abandon my wife and kids? I can quit my job, but I don't think my family would like me being away."
Falcon stared at him for a second.
"You have a family?" he asked, getting down on one knee so they could speak properly. Olimar nodded, feeling a little guilty that he'd never told him.
Falcon's expression was unreadable.
"And yet, they sent you ihere/i, where you could've easily been eaten alive, or burned to death, or ihell/i, you could've died if you tripped and cracked your helmet!"
Everyone was looking at them by now. Olimar's face was scarlet red, and he looked away.
"I guess..."
Falcon shook his head, his teeth clenched.
"And you have a ifamily/i. Who the hell does that?! They could've lost you forever!"
Olimar straightened, getting a little irritated, and looked him dead in the eye.
"Hey! I'm not as weak as I look! I'm here because obviously someone thought I could help! And look what we did!"
"Look at you! Even the strongest of us could've been killed on this journey!"
Olimar froze, and suddenly it sunk in.
Falcon was trying to icompliment/i him. He'd risked so much to help them, the consequences of his death more dire for him than anyone else. He was brave and, despite what he and everyone else thought, he'd been strong. Not just for his family, but for the entire world. Falcon was trying to ithank/i him.

Olimar blinked, truly touched by the gesture. He met Falcon's gaze again to see him grinning like a fool. Olimar grinned back, despite himself.
"You've got guts, Olimar," he chuckled, standing up. Finally, he noticed the Brawlers, still staring, and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Eh, sorry bout the outburst."
Olimar's face was red again.
"Yeah, sorry."