From the journal of Solid Snake.
Sometimes I Wonder
By: Dave
Sometimes I wonder why I couldn't save her. She started to give my life meaning, and I let her die. It's all my fault. Sometimes I wonder why I'm alive instead of her. I can still see her face, smiling at me in the middle of all the pain. Sometimes I wonder what would've happened to me if she were still there.
Sometimes I wonder why I still keep killing. I'm getting to old for the fight, but that's all I live for anymore. I'm no real person; I'm just a weapon. A tool. Sometimes I wonder, do I really enjoy the killing, or is it something that I just do, because I don't know of anything else. That is how I've lived my life forever, and it will continue.
Sometimes I wonder how you can hate someone so much just because they exist. You act like they did something to you, but they didn't. They're just trying to make a living, just like you. I understand killing a fellow soldier, but civilians haven't done anything. They're innocent. Killing is just a damn dirty shame. It's wrong, up and down. Yet, I still continue to do it. I kill real people with real families, just so they don't kill other real people with real families. Is killing really justified in any circumstance?
Sometimes I wonder how people can go on in life and just ignore the bad. They know it's there, but they just choose to ignore it. They've got better things to do, and it's just someone else's problem. So much for patriotism.
Sometimes I wonder how he manages to do it. He survives, but he has no one. His sister died in his arms, along with his true love. But yet, inside of him, a light still shines. Damn, Hal is my hero.
Sometimes I wonder, how he can manage to pull off living a regular life with his wife and kid, after he killed his own "father", after he destroyed the lives of hundreds of men and women as a child, after he destroyed his own life? Of course, he didn't know anything better, but still… How does Jack manage?
Sometimes I wonder, why are there so many problems out there, and so few people who actually try to fix them? Those few are the noble, the brave, and the proud. I admire them. Me, everytime something goes wrong, I just do more killing.
Sometimes I wonder…
Damn, I need a cigarette.
Sometimes I Wonder
By: Dave
Sometimes I wonder why I couldn't save her. She started to give my life meaning, and I let her die. It's all my fault. Sometimes I wonder why I'm alive instead of her. I can still see her face, smiling at me in the middle of all the pain. Sometimes I wonder what would've happened to me if she were still there.
Sometimes I wonder why I still keep killing. I'm getting to old for the fight, but that's all I live for anymore. I'm no real person; I'm just a weapon. A tool. Sometimes I wonder, do I really enjoy the killing, or is it something that I just do, because I don't know of anything else. That is how I've lived my life forever, and it will continue.
Sometimes I wonder how you can hate someone so much just because they exist. You act like they did something to you, but they didn't. They're just trying to make a living, just like you. I understand killing a fellow soldier, but civilians haven't done anything. They're innocent. Killing is just a damn dirty shame. It's wrong, up and down. Yet, I still continue to do it. I kill real people with real families, just so they don't kill other real people with real families. Is killing really justified in any circumstance?
Sometimes I wonder how people can go on in life and just ignore the bad. They know it's there, but they just choose to ignore it. They've got better things to do, and it's just someone else's problem. So much for patriotism.
Sometimes I wonder how he manages to do it. He survives, but he has no one. His sister died in his arms, along with his true love. But yet, inside of him, a light still shines. Damn, Hal is my hero.
Sometimes I wonder, how he can manage to pull off living a regular life with his wife and kid, after he killed his own "father", after he destroyed the lives of hundreds of men and women as a child, after he destroyed his own life? Of course, he didn't know anything better, but still… How does Jack manage?
Sometimes I wonder, why are there so many problems out there, and so few people who actually try to fix them? Those few are the noble, the brave, and the proud. I admire them. Me, everytime something goes wrong, I just do more killing.
Sometimes I wonder…
Damn, I need a cigarette.