He stood at the door to the room, light from the outside casting shadows over his figure. You could see his eyes, though, gleaming with an intensity you haven't seen from a man who acted with such camaraderie.

"I do think you're a good person." Hawks continued, blade-like feathers in hand. They were surrounding you too to keep you pinned. He told you earlier the reason he has to keep you pinned at all is because of your strength or will or some bullshit.

He was supposed to be your friend. Can't you count the number of those you've had in your life with your hands? Maybe on just one? And he goes behind that. You should've expected it.

Hawks spoke about your true downfall being misfortune and bad luck. "Come quietly." He urged, expressing his motive to turn you in and aide you to start over. His feathers remain hovering around you like sharpened knives.