We're not all born evil, or full of hate. At least that's what he thought. Something in life has to happen to a person to make them the way that they are.. if not, then the environment they're born in? Snake got up from the cold winter Alaskan grounds where Liquid's dead body laid. Peaceful, yet traumatized. He remembered back when they were fighting in the underground base where Metal Gear was being stored, all the things that Liquid had told him. Knowing that you're garbage since the day you were born.. Snake couldn't know what that would have felt like. While his life may not have been free of pain, there always seemed to be a person that cared for him. He didn't have a clue about Liquid. It's not like he knew him for that long. He could see the hatred in his eyes when he talked. Everything that came out of his mouth was filled with nothing but disgust. Disgust for almost anything that he had ever encountered. Snake thought of Mantis, sure he hated everyone, everything, but he had his reasons. Mantis for some crazy reason, opened up to Snake. Yet here lay his twin, dead, and he knew nothing about him. Not one thing. Well, not anything besides all the bad things that were laid out to him 18 hours earlier that is.

Looking back down at Liquid's body on the ground, he thought to himself, "Everyone has some reason.. what's yours? Everyone can be saved. Maybe in... even in death. But for you, maybe it's too late to save you. At least.. save your soul.. or whatever is left of it" Snake could feel Otacon looking at him from not to far away, so he tried to hide whatever feelings he had going through his head. "It's not fair. Everyone else got in their final good-byes.. their last words, thoughts, whatever. But not you. Who knows what was going through your mind when that virus took your life. I didn't know you, didn't even like you.. but yet, I feel so close to you.." Body cuts, stained with blood, and the burns. Each hit, each scar, added more pain to that life that was so closed and private to everyone. "Maybe if you had talked to someone about at least something that was bothering you, you wouldn't have to blab on all the time in angst... but I guess, you're the only one that could really save your self. You can't just have someone help you with your problems... I suppose you have to want to be helped first huh?" Snake stood there, thinking. Thinking about how someone could go so wrong. Then too, Liquid was probably the type where if someone even tried to help him, he'd say something like "stop trying to fix me. I'm not broken." Snake tried to think of something that would make since. "I guess it was his pride? Maybe he had thought to highly of himself. To proud to ask for help when he needed it. To proud to admit that he had done something wrong. Did something happen to you when you were a child?" Snake shook his head, and cleared his mind of his thoughts. He took one last look at Liquid, his brother, his twin, the man he'd never get to understand. The man that no one would ever get to understand. His life would be forever a secret. A secret that not even government files could know and seal from the nosy eyes of the public.