Part 15: Episode XI: Death Scene Dingo
So it seems in-between stages, Slasher Hawk has managed to stumble off the cliff to the area below in order to deliver an obligatory heartfelt monologue about his past to Snake before dying.
"Hawk, why me?"
"You.... all of you... took away my family..."
"What are you talking about?"
Black Chamber's End
"I grew up... in Australia, with the people you call Aborigines....But that's not what I was born as... I was abandoned. My adopted parents took me in, raised me against the elders' opposition... So cold... Everyone was always so cold to me... I'd go where the talking and laughter was, and they'd scatter, leave me with the ashes... I tried... I observed the customs, the taboos, more than anyone else. I tried to win their acceptance... But when my parents died, they turned me out... wouldn't let me be one of them..."
"I err... I meant more like why did you want to kill m-"
"From then on, I drifted all over the world... And everywhere I went, I was an outsider... no one accepted me."
"Ever try, I don't know, putting on a shirt...?"
"Once... It was a shirt which displayed the message 'I'm with stupid' and had an arrow pointing to a companion. But there was no stupid companion to be found for me..."
"But Viper was different. He took me in, accepted me into the Black Chamber... It was my home... You! All of you..."
"I'll be dead, but Viper... I know that Viper will avenge me... Taste it.... our bitterness - our grief..."
"I feel like I'm missing a part of the story here..."
"G-Give it one or two more... boss battles... and maybe it will... ugh..."
"No funeral pyres, Snake... It's forbidden..."
"That wasn't really in the ca-"
"This hawk... will carry my spirit home... Yes... Finally... going home... Will they... let me in this time...?"
And so Slasher Hawk dies. Welp, that's one member of Black Chamber down. Only three to go.
Slasher's hawk takes one final circle around his fallen master before taking off into parts unknown. Well...hopefully Australian hawks can get by well enough in an African jungle...
Oh well. Enough stories about childhood neglect due to cultural racism. It's time to go find us a Jimmy and possibly stop a giant robot in the process.