“How can I be sure that you’re real?”
‘Snake, I need you to believe me, you have to…’ He begged. Normally he wouldnever beg, ever, but this was different. ‘You know me. You know me.’ Herepeated with a hushed voice, he wanted anything but to make Snake lash out.Miller released his grip on his crutch and let it fall to the floor, he placed his handonto Snake’s shoulder, ‘I am real, Snake. This is REAL.’









