Earlier On "The Patriot's Last Breath"

Big Boss had frowned, but then nodded.

"That's what I used to question myself, you really are like me, it was no wonder that you truly had my genes, but... did you actually hate me like your brothers? If so, I understand for the pain that I probably caused in your life."

Solid Snake paused, for a few seconds, and he quickly shook his head, as he had remembered something from a long time ago, and his answer to the question.

"No."

Big Boss had looked at him with a questioning face, as he had paused for a few seconds, as he had silently wondered on his reason of his answer, he personally thought that Solid must have not liked him because of him not being considered as his son, but he couldn't blame his answer, he wasn't arrogant, he accepted life as it was, and he knew it too.

"Hm?"

Solid Snake had looked at him seriously, more so than most of the time he's ever been.

"Life isn't just about passing on your genes. We can leave behind much more than just DNA. Through speech, music, literature and movies...what we've seen, heard, felt...anger, joy and sorrow...these are the things I will pass on. That's what I live for. We need to pass the torch, and let our children read our messy and sad history by its light. We have all the magic of the digital age to do that with. The human race will probably come to an end some time, and new species may rule over this planet. Earth may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life we can. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one and the same thing, so no, I don't hate you just because of the fact that you were one of the parents of the Project, in fact, I faced the horrors, the happy moments, and the last thing of all, I then knew the truth behind knowing how to be human, that, I thank you for."

Big Boss had nodded at his son, even making a one half of a smile, it was the fact on how change would always happen in life, no matter what, you could end up being the weakest pathetic person in the world to having a son that grew up as one of the most amazing people, but the path of that decision was tough, but if you never gave up, you would have eventually gotten there.

(Arlington National Cemetery, September, 19th, 2014.)

Big Boss had explained everything to him, the Patriots, Zero, Ocelot, everything, it was only a matter of time before the Patriots had ended, and to say, it was a goodbye for the past and everything as he started to feel slight pain, which made him twitch, and his son suspicious.

They finally had Zero dead, everything went back to Zero, the Patriots, were now that number, but they knew that it would increase again, after all, he was going back to zero.

And eventually, the FOXDIE was too much for him, he could not resist anymore.

He fell to the ground, as a loud noise was heard, muttering about the proxies.. and his son.. He quickly grabbed him to make sure he was able to balance him, he had smiled and managed to do a salute to The Boss' grave, and he had collapsed, he asked Solid to lay him behind The Boss' Grave.

Solid had knelt before him, to check if he was alright, he wasn't going to stand there, making his father smile a bit.

"But you.. have been given freedom.." He said, with his remaining eye watering and giving a half-smile, his voice straining like a broken instrument."Freedom to be.. fat-fate, you are fr-free."

Solid stared with a long, sorrowful stare. Big Boss continued, desperately trying to speak. "You ar-e, nobody's too-tool now. No-no one's toy.. No long-longer, a prison-er of fate. That's all I wan-wanted you to be. You don't ne-need to us-use the gun any-anymore."

Big Boss in his prime was a caring person to allies, though he didn't show it that much, which made the illusion of him being someone with a cold-heart, which was far from true, he was forgiving even, but it did not mean that there wasn't a point of no forgiveness that had been set in the broken man's mind.

The once dead soldier knew that he enjoyed fighting, but he denied it multiple times when people such as Meryl and Psycho Mantis pointed it out, he eventually questioned himself over it, however, and then he discovered that very hidden temptation for violence and killing.

Turning to Solid Snake, who was looking away, sighing hoarsely as his heart was slowly starting to stop, pausing for a few minutes awkwardly and then speaking up again. "And you know what's the saddest thing?"

His son remained in silence as his eyes were tearful, his heart pounding heavily as the grass whistled through, and the dimmed sun brightened slightly, as Big Boss did one of 'The Boss' serious faces, as memories of Operation Snake Eater flashed before his eyes, as The Boss' voice went through with his words. "One must die and one must live. No victory, no defeat. The survivor will carry on the fight. It is our destiny... The one who survives will inherit the title of Boss. And the one who inherits the title of Boss will face an existence of endless battle."

Solid Snake, had silently nodded,

"That.." He paused. "W-as wh-at m-my surrogate moth-er.." He forced the words, as he remembered firing the trigger, the flowers going red as the blood reached the whistling, dark green grass.

"Said.. To m-me wh-when we fought to de-death... An-and th-e mo-moment I... sh-shot he-r.." Tears dripped from his only eye."I wa-was already de-dead... "

Big Boss:"You know.. It's time for you to see the outside world..."

Snake: "Why now? Why of all times?!"

Big Boss: "Your body.. And your soul.." He smiled, as Solid stared at him in silence despairingly, as it started to rain and water dampened their coats, Big Boss had ignored his question, and instead, answered another.

"Are your own . . ." His voice was only but a mere breath, looking at his son with a half-smile. His son smiled sadly in kind.

Snake: "Big Boss.."

"And I do not regret you seeing freedom, this world does not need two snakes, there is only one that is needed. And that's you." He said.

He put the cigar into his own mouth, and tried to put his cigar on fire, but it was slowly dropping out of his mouth, ignoring it, as it reminded him of, himself.

"What am I supposed to do now? For my last mission?" He paused, as Big Boss looked at him with a serious and sorrowful look.

"You'll know... It feels good.. doesn't it? Boss.. You truly were ri-rightt af-after all..."

Big Boss stopped breathing, and his body stopped moving and slumped as his cheek touched the threading grass, as Solid closed his father's eyes, and stood up and looked down at the corpse.

"I will make rest until the end of my days.. There are no snakes, anymore... All there is left, is just the ruins of sad history, and now, I wait for my life to end."

He had walked away, and looked back mournfully, as he stared at his father's corpse, and saluted.

A/N: I know the prologue was long, seriously, the entire ending for MGS4 was over 20 minutes worth of it, I also got school as well, and my head often causes me to end up being on the other side of the universe mentally and in the night when I'm tired, I end up being okay. And my imaginative side just appears when it isn't even needed at all.

It's problematic, I know, You may notice I put a bit of how I did my old fanfictions in, mixing with my new format of doing things, I don't think that I did better than I should have to be honest, but that's just me being, perfectionist probably.

Despite the fact there is no perfection.

Anyway, I hope you all like it, I know Big Boss is more emotional in this chapter, but can you blame him? He's been haunted by his Mentor (And his surrogate mother)'s death, and considering the shit he's been through, he's done a lot better than most people would have done if they knew nothing about the plot of the franchise and were in the same situations as the guy.

I know I probably do bad though.

The thing is, however, is the fact that it's just too bad not many people do the crossovers of Metal Gear, probably because on how absurd it would be in real life having machines capable of mass destruction and ninjas firing spirutal energy attacks everywhere.

What if Big Boss was more cold, unforgiving, stoic all the time? Unlike his usual self where he was semi-cold?

That's a possibility for you people.