[Strangely enough, despite being streaked in blood, Kaz was handling it well. They were warriors, and this was their mark. He'd loved those men as much as Snake did. But he'd also done his fair share of wetwork, assigned death to soldiers that opposed them. That was why they wore this blood, he knew.]

It is. It's a prison. It's making us wear our guilt for all to see.

Come on. It'll go away once we're out of the wing.

[He lets go of his wrists.]