[ "get what?" is on the tip of his tongue. raiden settles himself in on a seat, looking downcast and contemplative. he wants to ask what the real problem is, where exactly he should be applying his attention for the moment.

talking about sunny is tricky for him. he's always opted for nonverbal with her. she gets it; probably understands it faster than verbal communication. ]

She gets it from you. [ he says, voice gruff with smoke and emotion that he's trying to suppress. ] You and Otacon... that's why her name's Sunny. She was always going to be the sunshine we needed. Our light upon future.