"Well, I meant just the suit itself... But if the opportunity for a mission ever presents itself, I wouldn't mind seeing hoe you perform. You know, to make sure I've taught you well."
"Hn. I'm not sure, anymore. At the time I was trying to get away from someone. I've come in contact with him since. Everyone outside of my circle still thinks I'm dead. I just haven't done anything to make them think otherwise since. Coming back to life would mean leaving the school. And I, uh."
Snake stopped for a moment, hoping that the end of the sentence would just come to him. It didn't.
There were so many questions Miller wanted to ask. Who were you running from? was a big one. But he didn't feel he'd earned that level of trust from this Snake yet, so instead he turned so that he could lean with his back to the railing instead. Even if he wouldn't press further, the discussion seemed pretty intimate as it was, so he subconsciously figured his body language should reflect it. In the process he ended up getting a few inches closer to Snake.
"Ah. I was wondering why you'd ended up here of all places. But you...?"
Snake noted Miller's shift, but kept his eyes on the horizon rather than acknowledge it. He let the silence hang in the air, enjoying a particularly cool breeze before answering.
"Yeah, I... I sure know that feeling." His own laugh echoed Snake's. "It's enough for some people to give up the fight and settle down. But then there are those who can try all they want, but in the end they're alive only in war..."
"That's why I said not yet. I can't survive without it. A while before you came, there was a war here. I had come the closest I ever came to forgetting. I was all wrapped up in someone else. It was... not so bad. But it didn't last long. The thrill, the lack of remorse.
This was the product of Big Boss, alright. Behind his sunglasses, Miller gazed at Snake with sad understanding.
"You can never really go back after taking a life, even on the battlefield. But you can't let yourself be consumed by it, either. I've seen men become cold, unfeeling war machines."
He added as a half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood, "I guess invitingly you to join the MSF at any point would be awkward and a time paradox.
WHAT. The only other person in this time period who'd seen him without his sunglasses on was Samus, and that was only because he didn't want to break them during their spar. And only one person back on Mother Base saw it...
"You can," he insisted. ...Oh. Fine. It was possible Snake had already seen his eyes before anyway. Only with more wrinkles around them. What a terrible thought.
Snake took the glasses from the other man, and placed them on his own face, looking out at the campus. He turned back to Miller and pushed the glasses down his nose so he could look over them, grinning.
"Well, I meant just the suit itself... But if the opportunity for a mission ever presents itself, I wouldn't mind seeing hoe you perform. You know, to make sure I've taught you well."
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"I hope you'd be impressed. As for the suit, I feel like wearing it on this school campus would just be asking for trouble."
Snake stretched and yawned, "I'm not technically 'on the record' anymore, don't know where I could get another one."
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Not on the record? Miller just raised an eyebrow and stared at Snake.
"What did you do."
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"Hn. I'm not sure, anymore. At the time I was trying to get away from someone. I've come in contact with him since. Everyone outside of my circle still thinks I'm dead. I just haven't done anything to make them think otherwise since. Coming back to life would mean leaving the school. And I, uh."
Snake stopped for a moment, hoping that the end of the sentence would just come to him. It didn't.
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"Ah. I was wondering why you'd ended up here of all places. But you...?"
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"I can't leave. Not yet."
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"...You're waiting for someone, aren't you?" I am.
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"No. It's all here."
He let out a short bitter laugh.
"This is what you get when you spend too much time around the same group of people."
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"Yeah, I... I sure know that feeling." His own laugh echoed Snake's. "It's enough for some people to give up the fight and settle down. But then there are those who can try all they want, but in the end they're alive only in war..."
So which was Snake?
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"That's why I said not yet. I can't survive without it. A while before you came, there was a war here. I had come the closest I ever came to forgetting. I was all wrapped up in someone else. It was... not so bad. But it didn't last long. The thrill, the lack of remorse.
"All of it came back."
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This was the product of Big Boss, alright. Behind his sunglasses, Miller gazed at Snake with sad understanding.
"You can never really go back after taking a life, even on the battlefield. But you can't let yourself be consumed by it, either. I've seen men become cold, unfeeling war machines."
He added as a half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood, "I guess invitingly you to join the MSF at any point would be awkward and a time paradox.
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He appreciated the attempt, all the same. Miller got a shrug, and a smirk. "Do I have to wear sunglasses at night, too?"
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"Keep dreaming. Few people can pull it off as well as I do." Of course, a certain popular song came way after Miller's time. He had yet to hear of it.
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WHAT. The only other person in this time period who'd seen him without his sunglasses on was Samus, and that was only because he didn't want to break them during their spar. And only one person back on Mother Base saw it...
"You can," he insisted. ...Oh. Fine. It was possible Snake had already seen his eyes before anyway. Only with more wrinkles around them. What a terrible thought.
He reluctantly relinquished the shades.
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"Give me a break. I can't see shit."
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