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my heart is already dead
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imthe_shit[ If there's one thing that continually reminded Snake of his mortality, it wasn't the injuries he'd sustained over the years. No, it was his genes... the way he was made, the way he was supposed to live. A few people here already knew of the fact he suffered from aging at an accelerated rate, much more so than someone suffering from Werner's Syndrome. The deterioration that normal people's bodies experienced over decades, Snake had experienced in a matter of years... 5, to be exact.
Wrinkled skin, hardened arteries, shortness of breath, blotches on his skin, weariness... weakened lungs, muscles, heart... Snake was dying of old age, much like any ordinary person, but at such an accelerated rate that there was no stopping it, or delaying it. He wasn't an ordinary man to begin with.
But in this place, time stood still. It was the same as the previous Nexus; his fate was put on hold, which meant he would have to suffer the effects of old age for as long as he remained here. Some days he could barely get out of bed without throwing out his entire back... And yet, he didn't want anyone's pity or their concern. He would continue to live as he always had, whether or not his body could perform up to his usual standards. David was going to try, dammit, and nothing would stop him. He still had his willpower, anyway.
That's why today, the old soldier was in one of the many unused classrooms in the West Wing, where he'd cleared away a lot of desks and other things, making a nice wide open space for him to do whatever he wanted. And in this case, it was working out. The top half of his sneaking suit had been discarded and he was busy doing push-ups. Sweat was beading on his body, but he didn't care. His muscles, hips and back all argued with him, but he still didn't listen. Snake wasn't going to go quietly, and he wasn't going to let his pain control him. If he was going to live, he'd do it by his will alone.
No one else's. ]
Wrinkled skin, hardened arteries, shortness of breath, blotches on his skin, weariness... weakened lungs, muscles, heart... Snake was dying of old age, much like any ordinary person, but at such an accelerated rate that there was no stopping it, or delaying it. He wasn't an ordinary man to begin with.
But in this place, time stood still. It was the same as the previous Nexus; his fate was put on hold, which meant he would have to suffer the effects of old age for as long as he remained here. Some days he could barely get out of bed without throwing out his entire back... And yet, he didn't want anyone's pity or their concern. He would continue to live as he always had, whether or not his body could perform up to his usual standards. David was going to try, dammit, and nothing would stop him. He still had his willpower, anyway.
That's why today, the old soldier was in one of the many unused classrooms in the West Wing, where he'd cleared away a lot of desks and other things, making a nice wide open space for him to do whatever he wanted. And in this case, it was working out. The top half of his sneaking suit had been discarded and he was busy doing push-ups. Sweat was beading on his body, but he didn't care. His muscles, hips and back all argued with him, but he still didn't listen. Snake wasn't going to go quietly, and he wasn't going to let his pain control him. If he was going to live, he'd do it by his will alone.
No one else's. ]
