It's been almost nine years.

Have I really spent nine years of my life taking care of him? Nine years standing by the side of a living legend. Well, if being in a coma can be called "living".

Nine years of caretaking, and just now this happens. He lost his arm, and has sharpnel embedded into his skull. I couldn't protect him, they came out of nowhere. Screams, then an explosion. Fire. I've suffered too, most of my face is burnt. Damn Cipher.

But we made it out. We're both alive. I'll still take care of him. Kaz promised that this hospital was safer. Lets hope the bastard is right. If Big Boss dies, a legend dies. Our goal dies. Our home dies.

Nine years... and he finally woke up yesterday. I couldn't see him to the face. That shrapnel.. that prosthetic limb... they're my fault. I couldn't protect him. The scars in my face will be an eternal reminder.

But soon he will be back to normal. Soon he'll be a living legend again.
We'll have our revenge.

[...To be continued in Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain]