[ All things considered, Snake's childhood had still been a lot closer to normal than Liquid's. It's all a matter of perspective. At least he hadn't grown up knowing that he was a clone, some inadequate copy of a man who had been elevated to the status of a legend.

At the end of the day, Big Boss had just been another person. Snake had proved that for certain when he'd managed to take his life.

(Miller had supported him on that mission, but what would he think if Snake told him now?)

It's easier to discuss what Miller does about his missing limbs, than to get anywhere near the subject of what happens to Big Boss. Snake probably shouldn't be sharing anyone's future with them, but he can't bring himself to refuse his master. ]

By the time I met you, you had prosthetics on your arm and your leg. You were comfortable with them, too. They didn't slow you down for a second. You trained not just me, but plenty of other FOXHOUND recruits. Got a bit of a reputation, actually.

[ Somehow, the memory is still a fond one. While Snake doesn't outright smile, there's a hint of it in his eyes. ]