[He huffs air as he's hauled up, almost comically having to wrangle his crutch and keep it caught with the leg that's against his back. Well. Better than nothing.]

[He was that kind of man before, long before the MSF. When he had confidence, before he let himself fall into Big Boss's shadow as so many before did, following him as if he truly was a legend. He knew this wasn't that legend, it wasn't the man that fought for his loyalty, that demanded Miller at his side, and then threw him away. The man answered to "Snake", yes. But "wrong guy"? That doesn't make any sense either.] They won't go beyond their personal grounds. It's too much of a risk. If you exfiltrate the area then they have to cut off the pursuit or risk being cornered as a danger to the public or other business properties.

[He at least looked into it before he took on his risky mission of helping people out. He didn't expect to end up some Miller-shaped stole again though. It's also hard to think when he's bobbing up and down, making loose attempts to think up ways to slow the enemy or speed them up.]