[ Snake was a killer... People could argue that the people he's killed deserved it, that they were "bad people" and that he was some kind of hero for taking them out, but that was all a load of crap. There were plenty of people Snake had killed that didn't "deserve" to die, that had families, that were just caught up in the mess, at the wrong place at the wrong time... He'd ended their lives in the blink of an eye and just kept going.

It was possible that if most people knew just what kind of guy Snake was, about how many people he'd killed without remorse, they'd probably change their minds about him. It wasn't something he was proud of, but it was the only thing he was good at... Much like why Fox's words meant so much to him.

The old soldier gives a bit of a smile at her, nodding his head slowly. ]

I don't plan on leaving you again, if I can help it. [ He exhales slowly. ] I know everybody says that... And I know you're not alone now, but... I'm sticking around, whether you like it or not. [ His tone is a bit playful, but he really means it. Heather was a fighter, but he could see it in her eyes that loneliness ate away at her. ]

Maybe one of these days... I'll tell you a few stories about myself. [ Not that any of them were very cheery, much like Heather's. ]