You see this? Diamond Dogs… Our new home. A phantom of our former selves… Triumph, death… We weren’t allowed either. Yeah, I remember it all. Snake… Why are we still here… Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg, and my arm… and even my fingers… The body I’ve lost… and the comrades I’ve lost… It won’t stop hurting, like they’re all still there… You feel it too, don’t you?