[The worst part is that when Snake reaches down, he cuts a heart-wrenching shape with the way the overhead lights mark his silhouette. A sad irony in the way that he reaches down, the same that he'd done for other Snakes, and of course it's in the middle of a potent combat situation that Miller gets to see a ghost in someone living and breathing. And for all that it puts a tragic weight on his thoughts, it also jerks him right back out of them. Inspires an unheard rallying cry, a Pavlovian response for the man that he loved a long time ago.]
[He's grateful he said something utilitarian instead of tacky. At least his successor has some sense of priority with doling out terrible dialog. Or so he thinks.]
I'm out. [He confirms.]
[He pulls out the baton that Rinzler gave him, though, stepping behind Snake long enough to spark a long lit blade from the thing. (Hell of a good birthday present that is.)]
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[He's grateful he said something utilitarian instead of tacky. At least his successor has some sense of priority with doling out terrible dialog.
Or so he thinks.]I'm out. [He confirms.]
[He pulls out the baton that Rinzler gave him, though, stepping behind Snake long enough to spark a long lit blade from the thing. (Hell of a good birthday present that is.)]
Going to have to get up close.