[Pain has his suspicions as well, but none nearly as well-formed as Ocelot's. He's never been very good at fighting an unknown.]

It's not ownership. You don't say "my religion" in the sense that it belongs to you as if it was shoes; the same goes for Big Boss. It's...more than that, you know?

...

Alright.

[He waits, rocking back on his heels in nervousness. Hopefully he'd be back soon; he had no idea if the powder was permanent or not, and he's still somewhat restless from the battle.]