There was something there. I could tell there. But yeah. For me I guess it is different. [Probably a verb tense he shouldn't have used. But even when talking to David, finding out what was to happen, he'd grieved. Even filled with contempt and hate, he'd grieved for that man he'd come to know in the jungle.] For me it was this gruff guy. One time, we had to do a mission together. We were in one of his damn boxes, and he smelled. He hadn't showered. I got so frustrated I gave away our position. I couldn't take being in that confined space. Him and his boxes. His cigars. This guy I would drink mate and beer with.

I don't think he knew what leaving me behind would do to me. Everyone's left me eventually, or flat out forgotten me. But I- [He wanted to feel him, be held like he was needed. That's what he'd wanted. At least once. But they all ended up in hell before he had the chance.] I apologized for what happened with Zero. There's that.

[He had been in love with the man that fought for him so long, and then for him to stop doing it- he knew he'd fucked up in the past. Now he realizes he fucked up so badly he not only lost chances to be with someone, he fucked up so badly he can't stop this man from breaking the world. His words stopped meaning anything.]

Well, I guess I still got you, then. Funny how things turn out.

[Someone just put him out of his misery. Revolver Ocelot being the person he has to go to talk about this shit.]