I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a god watching everything, y'know with a plan for us and stuff? I dunno, man. But it keeps me up at night.
Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg… and my arm… even my fingers. The body I’ve lost… the comrades I’ve lost… won’t stop hurting… It’s like they’re all still there. You feel it, too, don’t you?
-Kaz Miller, Metal Gear Solid V:Phantom Pain
Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg and my arm... Even my fingers... The body I've lost...
The comrades I've lost... Won't stop hurting