While Snake hadn't been able to recognise the writer of that scrawl on the bulletin, he was smart enough to have a few ideas. On some level, he understood that Big Boss was always under everything. He was always the person waiting in that last room. It had been a long time before his nightmares would end without a voice screaming you've gone too far.
Drugged, his lagging mind didn't even question why he was going out of his way to see Big Boss again, but by the time he reached the bench where Big Boss was sitting, he realised he knew. The sense of sorrow surrounding him as he stared down at his hands smothered the air like a cloud, and Snake was reminded of all the times he'd looked into Big Boss's eyes and thought he'd seen something very sad hiding in there.
He supposed he probably had sad-looking eyes himself. That was blood relation for you.
"You told me to come," he said, as neutrally as possible, but there was still a serrated knife-blade of intimidation on the edge of each word. "I don't know why I raised a weapon at you, because even if I'm here, I'm still free." He'd only got a comparatively light dose of the drug, but his head was still spinning. "I don't need to kill any more, and I know it sounds insane, but... I want to save you. Not that if you start trying to build your mercenary nation here, I won't do everything I can to stop you - " he gritted his teeth - "but, for now, we need to work together if we're going to live through this. And I don't want to kill you again."
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Drugged, his lagging mind didn't even question why he was going out of his way to see Big Boss again, but by the time he reached the bench where Big Boss was sitting, he realised he knew. The sense of sorrow surrounding him as he stared down at his hands smothered the air like a cloud, and Snake was reminded of all the times he'd looked into Big Boss's eyes and thought he'd seen something very sad hiding in there.
He supposed he probably had sad-looking eyes himself. That was blood relation for you.
"You told me to come," he said, as neutrally as possible, but there was still a serrated knife-blade of intimidation on the edge of each word. "I don't know why I raised a weapon at you, because even if I'm here, I'm still free." He'd only got a comparatively light dose of the drug, but his head was still spinning. "I don't need to kill any more, and I know it sounds insane, but... I want to save you. Not that if you start trying to build your mercenary nation here, I won't do everything I can to stop you - " he gritted his teeth - "but, for now, we need to work together if we're going to live through this. And I don't want to kill you again."