[A quiet UN courtyard at dusk. Flags ripple. Solid Snake leans against a stone balustrade. Angelina Jolie approaches.]
Solid Snake:
Any friend of Nelly Furtado’s is a friend of mine. That’s just how it works.
Angelina Jolie:
(smiles, a little tired)
I don’t have many friends, Snake. But I seem to collect enemies. Especially in the American patriot crowd. Alex Jones, for one.
Solid Snake:
Jones thrives on noise. Peace needs signal.
(pauses, looks up at the flags)
The UN? That’s an American wonder of the world—built by allies, powered by ideals, paid for in sacrifice. If he really wants peace, he should embrace it.
Angelina Jolie:
You’re saying patriotism doesn’t mean shouting at the world?
Solid Snake:
It means protecting it. Diplomacy is a battlefield too—just fewer body bags.
(smiles faintly)
And a lot more patience.
Angelina Jolie:
I can live with that. Fewer enemies. More bridges.
Solid Snake:
That’s the mission. Always has been.
[They stand in silence as the flags settle, the city humming beyond the walls.]