[Soldier? Was that what I was? Yes, another lifetime ago. Mercenary now, and a shit one at that, one whose dying conscience still twitches and kicks with disturbing regularity. I slip a hand into the pocket of my trenchcoat which I hadn't been wearing before this room and run fingers over my wallet. Inside is a flimsy piece of plastic bearing the name "David Benson." It's my second chance, my best hope for a new life away from the mess that was "Solid Snake." Away from ol' Frank and his laughing, sparkling Gustava, and away from what I did to-]
[I drag my thoughts away before the past hooks its claws into me again. Take a long swallow of my drink and grimace at the burn of it down my throat.]
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which I hadn't been wearing before this roomand run fingers over my wallet. Inside is a flimsy piece of plastic bearing the name "David Benson." It's my second chance, my best hope for a new life away from the mess that was "Solid Snake." Away from ol' Frank and his laughing, sparkling Gustava, and away from what I did to-][I drag my thoughts away before the past hooks its claws into me again. Take a long swallow of my drink and grimace at the burn of it down my throat.]
Kid, I haven't been a soldier in a long time.
[I look at young Halley. Impossible - but he seems changed since we entered the bar, his softness and naiveté sloughing off like so much snakeshed until only the hard and cynical was left. I wasn't sure I liked the change
though hadn't this been what I wanted?I wonder if it's this place that does that to you.][Halley says the name "CaTaffy" with distaste but no real vehemence, which tells me it isn't personal.]
And I don't know any CaTaffy. He one of your jobs?