"It was not how I expected," Ocelot said, knowing what he was asking her about without the need of clarification. The base had still stood. Rotted in a way that she didn't think was possible of steel and concrete, but there. It opened up to the sky that was torn to shreds, and Metal Gear had nearly crumbled into dust. It was very possible the entire place was spewing radiation into the air, but it wasn't like it mattered if she was the only being left alive in the world.

She told him what she had seen, though she left out any information about Metal Gear. The last thing she needed was for Ganondorf to get ideas with so little time left.

"Tell me, what happened in my absence? I can't imagine September was a dull month." Given how the tower had been ever since she arrived, it was something she had long since gotten used to. The dullness of her own dead world had been as maddening as it was infuriating.