[The feeling that wells up in Fox's chest is difficult to explain. This isn't the first time Big Boss has asked him to pilot a Metal Gear yet hearing the man say those words, it fills the soldier with a sense of belonging. A sort of confirmation that the older man wants him; that he's needed, he's useful in the man's plight. Fox steadily exhales, managing to nod in response.]

Yes, Sir. I-- [He pauses, a sudden sense of guilt rising from his core. He doesn't deserve this honour, not after he so carelessly let the man's life slip away. He swallows and turns his head to the side.]

...Are you certain I am the best man for this job?