Snake had never understood the difference between living for something and dying for it. If it wasn't worth dying for it wasn't worth living for and vice versa. Where the separation was in the minds of others he would never know. Snake had started thinking over all of this when a bout of syndrome brought back memories of the asylum. They'd told him over and over that he didn't care or think anything was worth living for except himself.

Maybe that was true? Snake didn't let anyone in to his life but did that mean he had nothing to live for? Snake pondered this as he drove south on I-95. It all seemed like bullshit. Snake had plenty he would die for. He'd die to right what had happened to America or for a friend, if he ever had one again. Even if others wouldn't believe it or thought it improbably Snake would die to save another's life. It just came down to being the right other. Plissken realized there weren't as many of those in his world as there once had been. The loss of his naivety shuffled many of those he would have once saved into the "not worth shit" column. Hauk was one. In fact he had rescued Hauk, took a bullet for him.

Snake got to wondering whether New York would have been better or worse if Hauk had died in Siberia. New York probably wouldn't have mattered if Hauk died. Without him Leningrad would have been more of a massacre then it was. Snake would rather not imagine that at the moment or ever really. Snake started to chuckle at his own thoughts. New York was such a joke. He'd almost died in that hell hole to save someone he didn't give a shit about though in the end he was saving his own skin from Hauk's bullshit.

Snake realized his thoughts had gone off track. His meandering mind had pinned down what he would die for. Honestly, there were more than anyone would ever give him credit for. True, many of them simply furthered his own goals and just as many he'd act on for that reason alone. Plissken didn't believe doing it for himself changed what it meant to others. All of that aside there were selfless acts he would do without a second thought.

What did he live for? Snake would have loved for his family, maybe his friends but he had neither any longer. He had no one to live for. There was still something Plissken lived for. He lived for war. War was in his blood. By nature or nurture The Snake lived for war. He would always live for war. He knew deep down even if he found something else to live for he would still have that fight in his veins. War wasn't such a bad thing to live for when one considered the world. It might be the only sane thing left to live for.