[ If asked, Snake would have been fine with his gravestone going unmarked. He's only one tiny cog in a giant wheel, content to fly under the radar and not receive any acknowledgment for his actions. He's no more important than anyone else in the world, no more deserving of praise and admiration considering some of the things he's done. How anyone could look at a man like him and think "legend" is beyond him.
Still, there are people who would mourn him if he were gone, more than Snake himself realizes.
The exhaustion definitely hit him in one sudden wave, but that's always how it goes. You push and push and push and never stop, and then the moment you decide to sit down for a moment of rest, that's when your body catches up with you and you realize how bone-deep the fatigue really goes. The massage is only adding fuel to the fire—they may be stranded on a planet that was meant to be their only hope and hasn't delivered on that promise, but at least he'll sleep well this first night. (And no, it would be impossible for him to refuse more massages in the coming days. He might even try to return the favor, though he's not sure his hands are meant for it.)
The final layer of wound glue comes and Snake barely reacts to it, any reservations he may have had at the beginning of this procedure all but faded away. That should be the last of it and then he'll be released by the doctor, not that he has any intention of straying far.
It's her voice that keeps him awake as her hands journey down his back, picking apart each problem area methodically. Angela lays out all the tidbits of information he's granted to her over these months, and it's really not much, but with the way she talks about it he almost sounds like a normal person. ] Alaska, then New York, actually. [ He murmurs the brief correction.
As Angela's hands reach a point where she can barely reach given how they're positioned, Snake does in fact lean forward to give her better access. If they've come this far, there doesn't seem any reason to leave the job half-done. Once he's got his elbows settled at his thighs, Snake considers her implied questions. ] Not too picky about food. I didn't usually get much choice in what I was served when I was younger. [ Another groan falls from his mouth as Angela's hands find and then smooth out every angry spot in his back. ] The first planet we went to after I got here was called Emiri. They were obsessed with matchmaking people, but the whole thing was really just a cover for experimentation. [ He's not giving her all the finer details, but that's because he's not really awake for it, and thinking too hard on it will get him riled up all over again.
A pause, and he glances over his shoulder at Angela's face, her brow slightly creased in concentration. It's just a name, and she wants to know it. Snake had told Meryl after they'd spent less than twenty-four hours in each other's company. It's not like he'll be giving something away, to just tell her.
His voice is quiet, but clear. ] It's David. [ Just like that. ]
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Still, there are people who would mourn him if he were gone, more than Snake himself realizes.
The exhaustion definitely hit him in one sudden wave, but that's always how it goes. You push and push and push and never stop, and then the moment you decide to sit down for a moment of rest, that's when your body catches up with you and you realize how bone-deep the fatigue really goes. The massage is only adding fuel to the fire—they may be stranded on a planet that was meant to be their only hope and hasn't delivered on that promise, but at least he'll sleep well this first night. (And no, it would be impossible for him to refuse more massages in the coming days. He might even try to return the favor, though he's not sure his hands are meant for it.)
The final layer of wound glue comes and Snake barely reacts to it, any reservations he may have had at the beginning of this procedure all but faded away. That should be the last of it and then he'll be released by the doctor, not that he has any intention of straying far.
It's her voice that keeps him awake as her hands journey down his back, picking apart each problem area methodically. Angela lays out all the tidbits of information he's granted to her over these months, and it's really not much, but with the way she talks about it he almost sounds like a normal person. ] Alaska, then New York, actually. [ He murmurs the brief correction.
As Angela's hands reach a point where she can barely reach given how they're positioned, Snake does in fact lean forward to give her better access. If they've come this far, there doesn't seem any reason to leave the job half-done. Once he's got his elbows settled at his thighs, Snake considers her implied questions. ] Not too picky about food. I didn't usually get much choice in what I was served when I was younger. [ Another groan falls from his mouth as Angela's hands find and then smooth out every angry spot in his back. ] The first planet we went to after I got here was called Emiri. They were obsessed with matchmaking people, but the whole thing was really just a cover for experimentation. [ He's not giving her all the finer details, but that's because he's not really awake for it, and thinking too hard on it will get him riled up all over again.
A pause, and he glances over his shoulder at Angela's face, her brow slightly creased in concentration. It's just a name, and she wants to know it. Snake had told Meryl after they'd spent less than twenty-four hours in each other's company. It's not like he'll be giving something away, to just tell her.
His voice is quiet, but clear. ] It's David. [ Just like that. ]