hi! so, um… it’s been twenty years since mgs2. and i wanted to say i hope you’re well. snake, or raiden, or… anyone who sees this. it’s directed towards you. i hope you get to see this, i wasn’t sure if i should have waited for april 30th but it felt like a long shot. i’m really happy to have you, and i couldn’t have possibly asked for a better person to occupy my thoughts all the time. i still haven’t forgiven myself for the tanker, even if you constantly say that i should! i’m working on it, i guess? sometimes old habits just die hard. i can’t really say specifically what i miss about home, or about manhattan. it certainly wasn’t bad to sit outside with my laptop every now and then and just… feel that breeze in my hair or on my face. i hope you understand, or that you feel the same. something, anything. seeing people from our source on this account is a long shot like no other, but we’ve gotta stick together! i can’t just not check in. it’s in my nature. also, snake, if you’re reading this, i love you. i never really got to tell you that. -hal emmerich