I haven't spoken to you or seen you since then. Snake says those words like as a statement of fact, like there's not layers of betrayal wrapped up in them. He doesn't even see it that way, doesn't have the presence of mind to realize the damage he's done. Someone is always the most dangerous when they hurt others without even being aware of doing it, with no consideration for their actions.

Now that they've escaped from the coliseum, Kaz has the chance to take a look at his surroundings and get some better idea of what the situation is, yet his eyes barely move from Snake's face. He's aware of the ceiling of solid rock above them, indicating that they're underground, but the rest can wait.

He won't do this while he's crouched in the middle of the road as Snake stands over him, though, and so with some effort he uses his cane to drag himself to his feet, wobbling in place until he finds his balance. Breathing hard, heart rate still escalated from the adrenaline and pure anger, he stares Snake down.

"You just answered your own question. Out of a coma for six months, and you couldn't bother to make any sort of contact. I waited for you, that whole time, and you threw me out like trash." He jerks his head to the side, away. "Well, screw you."

He has to admit that it helps to get it all off his chest now, to spit out words he'd composed in his head while laying up in bed, unable to sleep because of the ache where his arm and leg used to be. And there's way more where that came from.