He couldn't say that he was alright with Snake leaving, Snake being taken away, but there also wasn't much else he could do. It didn't take much to figure out that Fox was fiercely displeased with the overall situation, and it made Big Boss almost feel a little patronized. It was fine if Fox chose to be Snake's friend, but that still didn't give him the right to interfere in their business. It was a private, unresolved matter, and had little to do with the war at all anymore.
It was more personal than that.
"You have your preferences and I have mine," he replied glumly, crossing his arms over his chest and focusing on a blank spot on the dark wall. He didn't feel satisfied at all, still having that soft hum in his head, his hands itching when they shouldn't; and it was the first time in a long time that he'd actually felt at all -- and in places he'd forgotten he still had. And there was a good chance most of the sensation was imaginary. Even so. "Besides, that didn't even qualify as torture for him, you should know that, too."
Fox had brought up a valid point, but his own personal vendetta had absoute priority right now. Of course that kind of behavior was stupid and reckless, but he didn't want to hear any of that. Who knew when he'd ever get a chance, again? Something always kept getting between them. It was irritating.
"...I guess it's too much to ask," Big Boss lamented, and went over to the dresser, not in the mood to argue with Fox right now, but it was probably inevitable. "Like he cared when he left you for dead in that minefield. You offer him guidance and friendship and all you get in turn is a knife in the back." Big Boss continued, even as he opened said dresser and took out a shirt, pants and underwear. "So if I were you, I wouldn't speak of being on the same side just yet. Snake's no teamplayer. He only does what's most beneficial to himself."
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It was more personal than that.
"You have your preferences and I have mine," he replied glumly, crossing his arms over his chest and focusing on a blank spot on the dark wall. He didn't feel satisfied at all, still having that soft hum in his head, his hands itching when they shouldn't; and it was the first time in a long time that he'd actually felt at all -- and in places he'd forgotten he still had. And there was a good chance most of the sensation was imaginary. Even so. "Besides, that didn't even qualify as torture for him, you should know that, too."
Fox had brought up a valid point, but his own personal vendetta had absoute priority right now. Of course that kind of behavior was stupid and reckless, but he didn't want to hear any of that. Who knew when he'd ever get a chance, again? Something always kept getting between them. It was irritating.
"...I guess it's too much to ask," Big Boss lamented, and went over to the dresser, not in the mood to argue with Fox right now, but it was probably inevitable. "Like he cared when he left you for dead in that minefield. You offer him guidance and friendship and all you get in turn is a knife in the back." Big Boss continued, even as he opened said dresser and took out a shirt, pants and underwear. "So if I were you, I wouldn't speak of being on the same side just yet. Snake's no teamplayer. He only does what's most beneficial to himself."