At this point Kaz has had plenty of practice walking with his artificial leg. It may be obvious just by looking at him that he's lost pieces of himself, he doesn't walk like he's some kind of invalid. There's no way he would have been able to inspire any kind of loyalty from the members of Diamond Dogs if he'd looked weak. Even in those moments when he'd lost his balance and ended up on the floor, none of them had dared to laugh. They'd simply helped him up without a word, or left it for Venom to do.

It's hard for Kaz to admit, but he does appreciate the way that Snake keeps with his pace instead of trying to march ahead of him. That's what had made their partnership work out as well as it had. They'd functioned as a unit, each of them with their own roles to play, and Snake had treated him as an equally important part of MSF. They'd built it together, and they'd lost it together.

They were supposed to have gotten revenge for it together too, so in the end this still feels like it's too little, too late.

There's an implication in Snake's words that he'd prefer that Kaz remain alive. If only he'd known how to show that back home. Holding back a scoff, Miller nods, focusing on his practical need for information rather than the wounds festering under the surface. "All right, let's go."

So they walk, shoulder-to-shoulder.