FissionMailed

[The destruction of the rubble around him, followed by the innate corruption of the Nexus has sent this Big Boss on an all time high. He has never felt so many emotions surging through his body at one time. All of those feelings that had been building for years had finally taken him to a new stage of his persona. He no longer possessed rational thought, neither did he seem to care about the consequences of his actions.]

[Losing The Boss had been his starting point... and then EVA's betrayal, following on to his comrades, his friends of whom he trusted had taken advantage of his being in a coma and went behind his back to create soldiers of his DNA. His sons. The very thought of that made his stomach wrench in anger.]

[Perhaps in alternative situations, he might have come to enjoy a family. Had it been done while he had been awake to confirm it... But Zero and his pathetic followers thought differently. He wasn't even sure he could trust that bastard Ocelot.]

[No. The only people he trusted were his true family. Children taken in under his wing and purposely raised by his hand. Fox, Naomi, Wolf, and the many others he had come to cherish as his own. His biological spawn would never amount to how he felt for those soldiers raised. Solid, Liquid and Solidus had been born and bred through selfish means. They could never be complete human beings, because he himself was not. They were extracts of his own failures. He wasn't a true hero. There was only one person that deserved that title... and she had left him, just as everyone else had. Everyone he had placed faith and trust in.]

[Today was the day he would end it all. The suffering, the pain... and hopefully through this war he had constructed, an eventual peace would come fourth and exist. No more pain, no more fights for dominance.]

[Right now, however, he needed those negative emotions if he stood a chance in fighting. He knew how many people would want to fight him.]

[He stood, waiting out in the extended hallways where REX had taken its toll and destroyed the surroundings. Between his lips was a cigar, and in his hands was The Patriot. It was all a matter of time before he was faced with death... either from himself, or bringing that fate to others.]