Snake had a feeling that biting a rock must have hurt, bit did pixels even care? Well, then again, he knew HE cared when he got punched or shot at back in the day... Pixels or not. Still..

Heather's mind seemed to be drifting, so Snake did something he was good at. He placed a heavy hand to her shoulder and gripped it.

"Heather. They're still our allies. Our friends. They look different now, they don't talk to us like they did before, but I know they're in there, somewhere. We can't give up on them. When have they ever given up on us?" Snake spoke softly, though sternly.