akai: Hai, ok, I won't... *bows head in shame*
Sephira Strife
No! Snake dies! Sniff! But your story is really but really great! Fanfiction.net needs more stories like your!
Sephira Strife the insane French talking girl from Quebec.
Aah, thankies for the review! ^_^ *blush* Oh, Canada ^_^ There's nothing wrong with speaking French and being insane! It's like when I go nuts and start jabbering in nonsensical Japanese~! Or English for that matter!
Blackraven8
Nice work!
Thanks ^_^
Synthesis Landale
Goddammit, why didn't anyone tell me this was updated.. I had to come here and find it for myself.
Another great chapter, keep em coming.
On the FOXDIE point, I was talking with Val, I have a fic planned, but I'm working on what will hopefully be my first novel right now (original yaoi) so I haven't the time to write it. But I promise, one day, I will get around to it and you will see my views.
Snake definately has to have carried FOXDIE. Otherwise, how would everyone have died of "heart attack" in MGS1? I thought what Liquid said went more along the lines of Snake being chosen because he *was* old.
And. you got the little eyes welling up here with the death part. Poor Hal! Everyone dies on him. :(
~Synth
Heh... I'm really lousy with updates, aren't I??... ^.^;;
Yes, poor Hal... ;_; *cries some more* Good luck with your original yaoi!! I'm looking forward to seeing it ^_^
Valentine Angel
^.^ Yay! The nagging paid off! (I wasn't that bad, was I? Bwahaha.)
Otacon will hack your PC and check how chapter three's coming along. He's depressed. He needs fic. *it always works for me* ^^;
Aw, I really wanna know what Raiden's thinking now, reading all this depressing inside-o stuff.
Yes, all your nagging did indeed pay off ^_^ Gomen, ne... this chapter doesn't have nearly as much Raiden... -_-;;
Salsa Kitty
I love this story!
SNAKE! SNAKE! SNAKE!
*Salsa Kitty runs around and screams his name like they always do when you die in the game ^.^*
This is such a great story, I can't even begin to describe how much I love this story. Please, keep up the good work and update soon.
Salsa Kitty ^.^
Is soon a relative word?? Can I change the definition to akai-standard time?? ^.^;;; I'm glad you like this story so much. I hope you'll enjoy this section as well.
Screaming for Snake... could be a new international game!... or not... but it'd be fun! =^_^=
Kat UK
Wow! I love this! ^_^ I've only just started reading Metal Gear fics, this being one of the first, and what a fic to start with! Well done ^_^!
Thankies ^_^ I tend to take forever to update since real-life keeps on getting in the way, but I hope you've found other great fics to read in the meantime (MGSlash... *plug, plug*) Course, if you're already on the ML, that's not a problem, right? ^_^ (I'm horribly behind there too... I haven't even been lurking... urk.)
kimlore
I was waiting forever for the second part.
This is unteresting.
Different from other story I read so far.
Love it.
Until next time.
Glad you like it ^_^ I'm always trying to make things interesting, but it usually turns into me torturing my characters... heh, heh... ^_^;; Ah, I'm sorry that you've waited yet another 5 months... -_- I am soooo bad with this updating thing... :( I hope the quality of this chapter makes up for the lack of quantity...
LadyLily1
Hey, I have to tell how much I love this fic! I first read it on Metal Gear Slash, and now... I'm so relieved to read the second chapter, very well done, don't let me wait for so long again!^__~
MGSlash... Whee! Gotta go thank Valentine Angel some more for her wonderous site ^_^ I'm happy you didn't give up on this fic, since I'm always afraid that people'll have forgotten it due to my lack of updates... -_- *sigh* But thank you for sticking with me! (^_^)v
And so, on that note, and without wasting any more time, I present chapter 3...
Indented bits are Otacon's entries.
Requisite disclaimer: *looks at fic* Another one?? Do I really have to??............ -_-;;
I stare at the last sentence, and read it again and again. So this is how Snake died. And this is why Otacon couldn't tell anyone. It was too personal. I continue to read the rest of the entry.
- I will never get to see him again. I can't even give him the funeral he deserves. Gods know what those bastards did with his body after he died. I can only imagine they probably dumped his body in some shallow hole in the ground at best. I don't want to think of what other things they could have done. By the time I had patched into their security cameras, all that was left of Dave was a large crimson pool of rapidly drying blood...
The Elevator Up to Hell
akaisakura
Chapter 3: Prelude to the Denouement
It's now 12 am, and I need to stretch for a bit. Otacon's last entry is like something out of a bad dream. Poor guy. I don't want to say that it's his fault Snake's dead, but... well,... What am I saying? I mean, when Rose was my support during the Big Shell Incident... No. If I were to die on a mission because of something Rose said, I would never blame her. It would be my own stupid fault for not being careful. When I call Otacon later today, I'll make sure I tell him that. I'm sure Snake wouldn't blame him either.
I walk back to the study with a glass of iced tea and settle back in for more reading. It seems that Otacon decided not to write for a while because the next entry isn't until...
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August 29, 2010
My worst fear... it has come true. All these months, I've been digging around for any signs that the Patriots are using Dave for experiments, and I'm beginning to find more than I want to believe. I was afraid that they had gotten a hold of him, and it looks like they have. I'm going to try to find out where they're keeping him, and gods willing, find a way to rescue him. I don't think I can count on Philanthropy's help anymore, even if I'm still working for them. Maybe it's about time I quit and went solo... It's just that there are still so many people who need to be trained...
I just realized that I didn't listen to the DVD for Snake's last mission. I know I probably shouldn't, but I really think I need to. It's just something that I want to hear for myself. Call it rubber-necking if you want, but I think it's an important piece of the story. I dig around in the box and look among the DVDs. They're all neatly labeled with the dates of the missions and the locations.
That's strange. The DVD for the last mission is missing... Did Otacon keep it? I thought he said he wanted to move on... But how can he move on if... Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he just wants to keep it private. I mean, I would if I were him. From Otacon's entry, it sounds like Snake said some pretty personal things to him. I'll ask him about it when I call him.
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September 17, 2010
I worked a little more on that fake ID today. I don't think there's much more I can do other than plugging up a few holes. I will still keep my old identity, Hal Emmerich, Head Director of Operations, Philanthropy North America, but that Hal is now just a figurehead. I have no doubt that the Patriots will catch on and figure this out rather quickly, but I'm hoping that it will buy me enough time to get in and get out. When I go undercover, I'll be John Stevenson. Stupid name, I know, but I'm not one for creative names. Besides, it should draw less attention if it's an average name, right? I have a slightly above average resume for someone who's been "working" in the tech industry for 10 years, but low profile is what I'm aiming for anyway. I just need to get in at a level high enough to work on a project close to Dave. Then I should be able to get him out.As for what I look like, I think Dave would have a fit if he knew what I looked like now. I bleached my hair a little so it's now more of a dirty blond, and I cut it to a nice, acceptable haircut. I have a slight sideburn to top it off. I've also lost a lot of weight. Oh, and I almost forgot. I had to get rid of my glasses, and I've been trying to get used to these grey contacts I bought online. I can just see Dave's expression as he watches me poke my eyes to put these things in. He's squeamish about the strangest things. He told me once that he loved me in my glasses because he liked the look of glasses. Of course, he never had any reason to wear them since he had perfect vision, but just for fun, I made him wear mine for a bit once, just to see how he'd look. He nearly tripped as he walked over to the mirror to see how he looked. I guess my eyes are pretty bad. Oh, Dave, please. Please wait... just a little longer.
October 4, 2010
Ok, I'm ready to go in now. I think I'll go crazy if I don't do something now. Also, it seems like they just lost their second assistant mechanical engineer in a year, so they'll probably be quick to hire. I just hope that "John Stevenson" has good enough credentials to get hired.I've also finished setting up my routing system. While I'm at the lab, I'm going to have all my work routed through my mainframe here in Alaska. I really hope my front holds up. If Philanthropy find out earlier than expected, I could be screwed really big time.
October 8, 2010
I moved into the lab today. I was right. They were desperate to hire. The people who ran the interview did a "thorough" background check before our actual meeting, and came up with nothing, so they hired me the next day. I'm surprised the Patriots are not pickier than they are, but I guess since there aren't people lining up to apply, they don't have much of a choice. But still... I'm worried. Security should be tighter, and they should be more suspicious, especially with projects of this level happening here. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. I mean, I don't remember going through a lot of crazy background checks and complicated spy stuff when I was hired for the REX project... but times have also changed since then...The entrance to the lab looks like a storage shack in the middle of nowhere, but in actuality, it houses an elevator down to the lower floors where the labs are, along with the armory and the all-terrain vehicles. I suspect that the snow will start piling up once it gets to be winter, since Maine is known for that kind of thing. The layout is quite simplistic, and I'm guessing this lab doesn't get used for much outside of one or two top level projects a year. The people here seem friendly enough, and they're just doing their jobs. I guess I'll meet more of them later.
October 10, 2010
I nearly broke down when I got my assignment today. I was put on project 60592-S8319, also known as "The Snake Project". I still haven't seen him yet, but they told me that I should report to that section tomorrow and that I'll be introduced to the project.
October 11, 2010
Dave. I can't believe what they're doing to him. It's too inhuman to believe, and yet, that's what they're doing. The drug that they're pumping into his veins, it's the same as the one they used on Frank, slightly modified, but the side effect remains. How can they do this? He's already showing signs of dependency to the drug, and as if that's not bad enough, the drug is slowly paralyzing him so that the only way he can move is when he's in their specially designed exoskeleton. When I saw him today, I couldn't help but see Frank there in his place. What am I going to do?They put Dave in a tall, vertical tank, not unlike something you'd see in a bad B-rated sci-fi movie, mask and all. I was told that the fluid helps keep him alive since he's really supposed to be dead. Also, the fluid's helping his body heal since if they left it up to nature, it would take forever. I suspect that there are nanomachines in the fluid. There's a scar on his neck from where the bullet hit, and it looks like that bullet did quite a bit of damage. Even though it's healed back now, there's still a slight indent there.
Could he see me, I wonder, as he floated there in his tank like some pet fish. Dave, did you think I was betraying you by "working" with the enemy? But I know you know me well enough to know that this is just a ploy. I will get you out. The effects have to be reversible. There's no drug that doesn't have an antidote... as long as it's administered in time...
I just wonder what their ultimate plan is. I'm afraid of where this project will go from here.
October 19, 2010
I have a pretty good understanding of this suit they use now, since I'm the one in charge of repairs. After some tinkering, I've found that the biggest hurdle to getting Dave out will be an update from the lab's mainframe that is required every twelve hours. Basically, the mainframe sends the suit a different code every twelve hours, and if that code is not received by the suit, it shuts down and is inoperable until it gets a re-activation code from the mainframe. I have to break the code somehow. There has to be a way to simulate the mainframe. If I can do that, I think I can build a small key that can keep us going until I figure out how to reverse all the things they've done to him. The other problem is power. The suit relies on power from a stationary source right now, but if I could make some sort of battery pack...
October 27, 2010
I asked why the suit doesn't have a vocalizing system today because I wanted to know if I could somehow talk with Dave. The other scientists asked what good it would do since it doesn't matter what the "subject" wants to say or thinks. Besides, they reasoned, if you can't hear the "subject's" voice, it's less human. Whatever helps them sleep at night, I guess. But I don't care. I need to talk with Dave no matter what. I'm going to install some sort of system. I have to.
November 11, 2010
A new "experiment" was transferred in today, and I swear the world is against me. The new transfer is Katrina. I'm going to have to rethink all of my plans again now. But on the up side, this is very helpful. I can get both of them out at once. I just hope I can actually pull it off.And I also hope this isn't the Patriots' subtle way of telling me that they've caught on.
November 17, 2010
The fates like playing with me, it seems. I came across a guard today as he was taking a cigarette break. At first, I didn't think anything of it, and I was about to just walk over and tell him not to smoke so close to the lab, but when I got closer, my heart nearly stopped. There in the man's hand was Dave's favorite lighter. I was so certain, and so absolutely sure that I just had to see it. I persuaded the guard to move away from the lab, but in order to see the lighter, I had to "bum" a cigarette off of the guy. He knew right away I didn't smoke, since I nearly died right there from the coughing fit I had, but he bought the story that I hadn't smoked in years because of some girl who made me quit.At least it afforded me a chance to see the lighter.
And I was right. It is unmistakably his. Only Dave's lighter would have so many marks on it, and they were all there. A red mark for each mission he survived. That's how he kept track of how many times his life was at stake. And that's how he used to rub it in my face when I'd lecture him about smoking. "I'm more likely to die from some mission than these cigs," he would say. And I would just roll my eyes as I replied, "I don't want you to die, period, but couldn't you do just one favor for your lover?" I guess he proved himself right and I could've spared us a few arguments if I had known he would be right.
Anyway, in the end, I managed to convince the guard, and he let me keep the lighter. He told me that it was just some silly lighter he got from a friend, who got it from another guard who just happened to have found it in some storage closet when he needed a light. I wanted to strangle him right there. If he, or anyone else, dares to say that something of Dave's is "silly", I swear...
I'm looking at the lighter again, and I count each groove as I run my fingers over them.
Oh, shit. I just remembered. This lighter was plain. It never had any color on it... which means that the red color that's stained into the marks is... Da...ve's...
November 19, 2010
I found out a little more about what they're doing to Katrina. It seems like so far, they've only tried to do some basic brainwashing. She is only 2 after all. But I saw that in the near future, they plan on doing some basic training with her. Looks like they want to make her into a little clone of her mother. I'm guessing that that's where Dave's genes come into play. I have a strong suspicion that they brought her here so that they could do gene therapy on her using Dave's genes. I shudder to think that this is how twisted it can get. I've heard that women make the best assassins; I just wish that wasn't the truth.
November 21, 2010
Anniversary.I broke down and cried today at the sight of my Dave, suspended in fluid, surrounded by glass. I wasn't supposed to be at the lab today, as they knew I wanted Sundays off, but I couldn't help myself. I know I surprised the other scientists when I showed up claiming I had to fix some part of the suit. I think I surprised them even more when I started crying in front of Dave's "cell". I know it's all monitored and there were cameras everywhere, but they bought the story well enough that I don't care anymore. I told them that I just found out that my sister had died and that I had wanted to get away and work on something to keep me from getting depressed. They let me stay and I tinkered with the suit a bit, installed the voice amplification circuits, and then came back here.
I don't know what to do anymore. I've figured out how to over-ride the security update problem, but I still haven't figured out how to break both him and Katrina out. I'm no good at this sort of thing. Sneaking was always Dave's expertise. I can survey and plan, but that's not the same thing. All the planning in the world doesn't give me the skills I need. I haven't had the chance to talk with Dave about this yet since I'm never alone with him, and I'm not sure what he'll say when he hears what I have to say. Every day that passes drains him of his intelligence and sanity. I fear that if I don't get him out of here soon, he may go insane as Frank once did.
December 7, 2010
I managed to get some time alone with Dave today, thanks to some good timing, and a convenient "malfunctioning" of the security camera system. Dave drifts in and out of sleep now since that's all that he really can do, but I think he knew I was working on him today with the other scientists, so he tried to stay awake. I thought I could see his eyes looking at me right before they put him in the suit.When we talked, it was strange. I felt like he wasn't all there, and at times, he admitted that it was hard to stay awake for more than 20 minutes at a time. We talked as fast as we could, and I tried to catch him up on what has happened. And I told him about my plan. He thought it was a good plan, but had potential problems if we couldn't time it correctly. Also, he was afraid that we wouldn't be able to get Katrina out as well since she is under heavy security, and it may be hard to get to her without killing anyone, on top of the fact that a screaming two year-old is going to attract a lot of attention when we try to escape. The suit is not designed to give Dave much mobility, and he has the strength of an average guy off the street while he's wearing it. They thought of everything when they made this suit. I could tinker with it some more, but I think they would notice the modifications, since like I've been saying, I'm never alone when I'm working. We agreed that we would try though, as he kept emphasizing over and over that Katrina was our number one priority, and he left it up to me to plan all the details and timing. I'm also going to try to destroy all the samples of Dave that they have. I don't know what I would do if they cloned him.
The code key is almost complete. I just have to finish programming it and we're good to go.
It looks like Otacon came back to finish this entry later. The handwriting is a little different and the pressure of the pen is a little harder. I think he probably took a great deal of time to write this next part.
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When I was talking with him, I couldn't help but cry, but we ignored those tears because we both knew we had very little time. I wanted to hold him then, but he was encased in that cold metal, and I know I can never feel his warm body against mine again. As we talked, I felt more and more hope and for the first time, in a long time, I could see a little bit of the future. But when I left his side today, I felt that light disappearing. Sometimes, I feel like I just don't know how to deal with this anymore. I wish that this nightmare would end, that I would wake up in our bed, in Alaska, and Dave would have his strong arms wrapped around me as he tried to calm me down like he always did when I woke up from a bad dream.
December 31, 2010
Dave is free. And the price was Katrina's freedom. I sacrificed her... as the Patriots knew I would. I'm sorry, Olga. I've let you down. But I will continue on and maybe, one day, we can free her too.And here I am, trying to put on a brave front, when all I want to do is continue crying as I have been doing the past week and a half.
I broke Dave out of his prison on that day, but Dave changed some parts of our plans when we realized we wouldn't be able to save her as well, and I didn't know until it was too late. As we were sneaking out, he stole the code key from me and left it in the lab on purpose. He also stole a gun from gods knows where.
On that day, we managed to escape undetected due to the overrides I had programmed. When we were far enough away from the lab, we took a break, and I reached into my pocket to retrieve the key. We had been away from the lab for almost twelve hours. When I didn't find the key, I looked around franticly, hoping I had dropped it somewhere nearby. That's when I felt his cold arms around me, holding me from behind, and his mechanically altered voice in my ear.
"Hal," he said. "Hal, free me."
I didn't want to understand what he was saying to me. I realized then that he had planned on dying and that he must have stolen the key. Then I felt him press a gun into my hand as he repeated, "Hal, free me."
I tried to throw the gun away, but I couldn't as he was holding on to my hand with his own, still encased in that cold metal.
He told me of the pain he was in and of the mental agony he was suffering. It was all stuff I already knew. How could I not, when I had been the one working with him day in and day out for the past two months. He explained to me why he put Katrina's life ahead of his own. He said that he didn't want to be baby-sat and that he couldn't stand it if he had to be taken care of like a two year-old while we wasted money and resources trying to save his "worthless" life when that money could be used to save Katrina in the future. Then he made his final request.
"Hal, please... grant a dead man his last wish... I would rather die again at your hands than theirs..."
I couldn't say no to that, even though every cell in my body wanted to say so. The pain in his voice was evident, despite the alteration and I knew he had wanted to salvage what was left of his warrior's pride. If he could have, he would've shot himself.
I turned around and faced him and nodded as strongly as I could while my insides burned from my betrayal -- my betrayal to him... and to myself. I think he knew that too, because he held my hand even harder, as if he could channel his will into my soul. And then he let go.
I think he saw some of my pain in my eyes.
"Hal... I... I know I'm being selfish..."
"Yes, you are!!" I shouted back at him as I started to cry, my tears freezing on their way to the ground.
We stood there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, the snow falling around us like the first day we met, but it was only a few seconds. As much as anger flowed through me at that moment, I couldn't help but also feel the love I had for him, and I wanted to stay there like that, just the two of us, and the snow, for all time. But the soft beeping of the suit's warning system punched me hard, and brought me back to the reality of it all: Dave had 10 minutes left to live.
"Hal, I'm not the best person with words, and I don't know what to say, but you should know me by now. You should know why you have to do this."
"Yes, I know. But that doesn't make it hurt less, and it doesn't mean that I have to accept it."
"You know what will happen to me if I continue on like this. You said so yourself, and you saw it through Frank. No matter how much you love me, no matter how much you do, how many contraptions you build, how many drugs you give me, I'll never be human again. I can never live again. If you love me, you'd understand and help me die while I still have some dignity left.
"Please, Hal, do this for me, and be satisfied that you've done all that you could for me. Give me the peace that I've longed for since the day I was created..."
I looked up at him. He was right. And I didn't want him to suffer anymore.
"I... I understand."
He took a step towards me, put his hands on my shoulder, and gave me a quick pat, as though we were on another mission, and this was just another thing that had to be done. Maybe it was his way of drowning out his pain.
"Good."
He stepped back and I knew what had to be done.
"Free me."
I obliged. I removed his exoskeleton in a sick parody of foreplay. It wasn't that I wanted to remove it slowly, but the contraption being as complex as it was, I had no choice. It left me with too much time and too much space for thinking as he quietly and helplessly stood before me, waiting.
When I finally got the front half off, I laid him down on the snow covered ground.
Dave looked up at me then.
"Free me."
It was as though those were the only words he could say anymore. I nodded.
I took careful aim and looked him in the eyes one last time. His whole face, not just his eyes, had a look of peace already as he gently urged me on. I closed my eyes. I didn't want him to read my pain again.
And I pulled the trigger.
In the earsplitting shot, I couldn't hear if he cried out in pain or not, but I don't think he did because he's brave like that. When my hearing returned, I heard him asking me to look at him. I opened my eyes and tried to stop crying so I could see him one last time. That's when I saw it.
I had missed his heart. And I had hit his neck instead. The bullet had gone straight through the scar.
I wanted to die.
I collapsed onto my knees and tried to point the gun at myself, but his voice stopped me.
"Don't."
One simple word.
"Hal. Live. You have to live, to pass on our thoughts, our works. You can't let the Patriots win. You promised me."
"I..."
He looked back at me with a pained expression on his face, but conviction in his eyes.
"You... promised... me..."
And then, he left me... again.
I cried for hours after that, as I collected wood and built the bed that his body would lie in for its first and only time. As he lay there on that bed, naked of that metal shell, he looked beautiful, and I could almost believe that he was just simply my Dave, the man I love, sleeping quietly for the first time in his life, dreaming of peace instead of his usual nightmares. But he was right, and I knew. His soul would never be at peace as long as his body existed. The Patriots brought his body back to life once, and they can do it again. I slowly took Dave's favorite lighter out of my pocket as I said my last good-bye, and kissed him on the lips. The coldness of his lips killed me, and I wished I could do something to make them warm again. I turned the lighter around in my hand and opened the lid. I took one last kiss from him, and lit the starter wood on fire.
In the beginning, I had to tend to the fire because the wood was damp. As I did, I prayed. For the first time in my life, I prayed. I prayed to Yahweh, Buddha, Christ - I prayed to any god who was willing to listen. I prayed that Dave would be granted peace. I prayed that he would be happy, wherever he is now. I prayed that he would forgive me. I prayed and prayed while tears ran down my face and my heart bled, and after a while, the fire broke the wood and engulfed my Dave in itself as its smoke stung my eyes and its heat dried the tears that continue to flow.
Notes:
-Ok, so a good portion of this chapter sounds like it was ripped right from MGS1, and I admit I have no creativity. Bah. So with that being said, I guess I was trying to further my plot in the direction I wanted it to go, and for that to happen, I had to do something so terrible to Snake that it was irreversable. Ultimately, it had to be a situation that Otacon couldn't get out of, or fix so that he was left with only one choice. *sigh* At least I admit it, right?
-This really is the climax of the story... which is as we all know, the prelude to the denouement, though there is one more small turning point that will determine the final outcome of the story. Heh, heh. >:D
-Hmmmm... just why is the DVD for Snake's last mission missing...?
-I always manage to shove some sort of preaching about some sort of controversial topic in my fics, huh? -_-;; And I really didn't mean to this time!! I swear! *sigh*
The one about how the scientists didn't "need" to hear their "subject's" voice oddly enough reminds me of arguements the pro-life camp uses a lot against pro-choicers. I won't get into that one cause it'll just cause a whole lot of arguing, but I will say that I do have a complex stance on the whole thing which would take a few pages to write. If you're that interested, feel free to ask.
No matter how much you love me, no matter how much you do, how many contraptions you build, how many drugs you give me, I'll never be human again. I can never live again. If you love me, you'd understand and help me die while I still have some dignity left.
The second issue is about terminally ill patients or patients who have a living will. I'll say right now that I've never had the experience of having to make a choice like that, and to end a loved one's life is something people suffer a lot for. In my opinion, and if I come off sounding harsh, please forgive me, I've always believed that what is good for the patient is best. I mean, it's selfish for the patient to say they want to die, but it's equally as selfish for a relative to force a dying person to live. And in my opinion, it's almost cruel. If I were dying, or had a living will, I would want people to respect me and let me die when I say so, because in the end, we all say the final farewell and pass on. Why drag it out and cause the patient more pain than necessary? Life is cruel enough. Death shouldn't be so. However, I do understand that those who are left behind suffer a great deal because death is something that hurts, irregardless of the circumstances.
-Genetic therapy using Snake's genes. I think the Patriots would choose to use Solid Snake's genes, even though he had all the recessive soldier genes, just simply because he turned out the most stable of all the Big Boss clones. I think he also proved that while genes matter, training and frame of mind are also powerful things. Also, the last thing the Patriots need is another renegade killer running around. If anything, they would probably hope that Katrina will turn out well balanced and stable, much like Solid Snake.
-The bit about Otacon's sister dying... well, it /was/ the truth... just the wrong year... -_-;;
-Snake always hated baby-sitting. I just supposed he would hate to be baby-sat as well. Sort of a macho thing, but in this case, also practical since Otacon really needs that extra money to save Katrina now...
-Snake says, "...since the day I was created." Yes, he's rather blunt and accepts that he wasn't born, but created. I think Snake accepts the terms of his life rather well *achemfoxdieachem* and just deals with them rather than getting angsty and emotional about it all. But then, that's what makes Snake, well, Snake. (>.>);;
-Otacon missed because he didn't think about the gun's recoil. That's how the twist of fate happened and he shot Snake in the neck... and I'm sure you can understand why Otacon wanted to die as he had just recreated history by his own hands... and also subconsciously saw Wolf's death in Snake's second death... (It just gets more and more twisted, doesn't it? Do I seem like some sort of cruel sadist towards poor Otacon??... -_-;; )
-I know it usually takes forever to collect all the wood you'd need to cremate someone, but work with me here... -_-;;
Snake: I can't believe you killed me twice!
akai: ^_^;;
Snake: And my poor Otacon! Do you have any idea how much mental agony you put him through?
akai: Oh, I know, my dear supersoldier... I know... >:D
Snake: Sick psychopath.
akai: Oh, yes... I know......