Now... Snake was alone. The knife was on the ground nearby, and he stared at it a long time. Killing himself would hold no meaning if the FOXDIE in his body was rendered useless. But would it provoke spontaneous heart attacks in other people? He sighed, walking towards the knife and kneeling down to pick it up.

He couldn't be sure if anything, but so far, no one's died around him. Things got awkward with Otacon some time ago... But they seemed fine now. He'd gotten along amiably with Heather, had some time to meet some other people over the network, teased a boy about bears, taught Heather how to use the cardboard box... He'd even caught himself an Onix.

Placing the knife into his inventory, the old soldier stood up, patting his back somewhat. He couldn't die yet, there was too much he liked in this world. He had a team that he could train and work with, new friends to talk to...

And as long as Liquid was around, Snake knew he couldn't afford to just disappear. Otacon's Stockholm Syndrome or not, Snake knew he should stick around to protect those close to him.




... Could always scare Liquid by threatening to give him another heart attack...


For now, however, Snake knew what he had to do. He'd been lying low recently, but now it was time to go and reclaim his Pokemon. He wasn't sure if Otacon had picked them up from the Center or not, but he might as well check.

Besides, he needed to check in.