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Falco has had enough.
He knew he could never handle personal issues well. But there was mild annoyances and heated arguments with Fox, then there was having to look at his mortal enemy every day and be reminded of THAT event, of his own unforgivable faults and the fact there was nothing he could do to change anything. It was like sitting in stagnant water, completely void of movement or transition; he never could stand the lack of any kind of progression for too long. Falco wanted to write it off as typical teenage drama bullshit. How old was he back then, 17? It didn't change the fact that watching your friends, you comrades taken down one by one left a scar far too deep, and the guilt kept eating him alive.
It was time to fly the coop-again. Too bad he wasn't planning on letting anyone know. No tearful farewells or promises to keep in contact. And no power of friendship or whatever he gained here was going to slow him down either. That's just how he rolled.
He was going to pack his crap in the dorm and leave straight to the Arwing. That's all there was to it.
[Today as you walk around Smash Academy halls, you may notice a certain uptight mercenary storming your way. And boy, does he look PISSED. More so than usual. Don't be surprised if he carelessly bumps into you, gives you curt, strained responses, or is just rude in general, because after a ~nostalgic little conversation with an old friend~, Falco is in no mood to put up pretenses of politeness.
Just put in the time, please! Specifically, before or after leaving his dorm all packed up and ready.]
He knew he could never handle personal issues well. But there was mild annoyances and heated arguments with Fox, then there was having to look at his mortal enemy every day and be reminded of THAT event, of his own unforgivable faults and the fact there was nothing he could do to change anything. It was like sitting in stagnant water, completely void of movement or transition; he never could stand the lack of any kind of progression for too long. Falco wanted to write it off as typical teenage drama bullshit. How old was he back then, 17? It didn't change the fact that watching your friends, you comrades taken down one by one left a scar far too deep, and the guilt kept eating him alive.
It was time to fly the coop-again. Too bad he wasn't planning on letting anyone know. No tearful farewells or promises to keep in contact. And no power of friendship or whatever he gained here was going to slow him down either. That's just how he rolled.
He was going to pack his crap in the dorm and leave straight to the Arwing. That's all there was to it.
[Today as you walk around Smash Academy halls, you may notice a certain uptight mercenary storming your way. And boy, does he look PISSED. More so than usual. Don't be surprised if he carelessly bumps into you, gives you curt, strained responses, or is just rude in general, because after a ~nostalgic little conversation with an old friend~, Falco is in no mood to put up pretenses of politeness.
Just put in the time, please! Specifically, before or after leaving his dorm all packed up and ready.]