[Those kids have grown up and died now, everything leading back to the things that had happened to them. Life sure is something.]

I don't really understand it all that much either. My best guess is it gave me something to keep me grounded. It was familiar, it was mine, and when I was able to get control of that, it allowed me to work on the rest of Ocelot too. When he cut it off, there I went.

[Seems like a good guess to him, anyway, but he'll probably never really know.]