Mantis gasps at the sudden flood of love and happiness. Even his own bitter heart is charmed and gladdened to hear such abject and sincere kindness wrapped around his own thoughts. He hugs Francour a little tighter and allows his mood to be further soothed and relaxed.

Nyoka and I are dead back home. We fought together, stood against the world, and then we were betrayed. Someone who was supposed to be on our side sabatoged the plans we had made and left us too vulnerable. We both got our piece of revenge and watched the man who got us killed perish.

The world became a slightly safer place because of what that bastard did, but we will never forgive him. I wanted to live and I wanted to stay next to my Nyoka ya Mpembe.

Mantis offers to Soundwave an image from his memory of Liquid Snake: all cocky pose and a smirk. Nothing but admiration accompanies the mental image.

Ravage is goood for you, whether a he or a she. Cherish that while your spirit is still in your physical frame.