"Always fighting, that's all your good for. No one will ever respect you for anything you ever do. You were born to fight. It's your fate. Nothing else is important anymore. It never was. Don't fool yourself." Fox shook his head, trying to rid himself of the voice inside his head that would always tell him the same thing. Same thing all time. You're worthless, you're fighting skill is the only thing that will keep you going. And maybe it was true. That's what he thought anyway.

"Everyone always had something to fight for.. what about me? I just fight.. because its the only thing I can really do. I'm not good for anything else.. I fight to help Big Boss... or I did. And now, I fight for death." Sure there were still times when he remembered who he was. The things he was drugged on for years made him forget who he was but after escaping, things were slowly coming back. Of course, they'd fade away again slowly, but there was always something that would trigger them to come back. He knew who he was, what he was doing, and why. He didn't know how long he'd remember, but at least he knew now, and that was the only thing still keeping him going. He watched as Snake ran all over the place, trying to stop the lunch of the terrorist. He was always there.. just watching. Watching over Snake making sure he'd do the right things so he could soon meet up with him, and have that final fight to the death. He knew Snake could kill him. He had to, it was his duty. Slowly watching him. Like that sly fox watching over his pray.
"We'll never fit in, will we?" was the only thing that came to his mind as we watched Snake. Two soldiers, mainly used for fighting. For killing. "Everyone thought that the battlefield was the place for us. What do they know about that? How can they possibly know where our place was suppose to be, when we never even knew what it was ourselves?"