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[A Liquid Ocelot appears on the rooftops. He is staring out across the railings, eyes scoping down to the Nexus below. His entire surroundings have changed from his last whereabouts, and confusion stiffles onto his face.]

[Naturally, he remains calm, but his eyes sharpen beneath his sunglasses propped against the bridge of his nose. He stares down at his walkie-talkie, firmly in his grasp, listening to the static motion on the other side. It was clear he was out of range.]

This is not the Middle East.

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[The man stiffens. He turns sharply to face his father and close friend. With his mind working on two different levels, it was harder to tell which one he empathized with the most.]

... Big Boss.

[He keeps his distance.]

One of them.

And you are both Liquid and Ocelot. From before you fought Snake for the final time.

How do you know all of this?

_{What do you mean by 'one of them'?} Is this some sort of sick joke?

You-- [Almost accusingly pointing.] --should not be here yet.

A video message left for me when I awoke. It told me... everything. What you did, what EVA did... about FOXDIE -- everything.

[He shifts weight like he might step closer but remains where he is.] FOXDIE kills you, EVA and me. In the end.

I had some eight hours of life. Enough time to find Zero and put an end to it.

...

[He casts his eyes away.] So it has already happened.

[Ocelot strides towards the railings. He leans his crossed arms against them, feeling the cool wind skim across his aged face.]

In my time. Yes.

[Cautiously he takes a few steps closer. He rests one of his hands on the rail.]

After I died, I awoke here. This place... isn't the afterlife. For all I know, I've been locked back inside the system -- and you are just another figment of my imagination.

[His eyes piece up to what would be called a 'sky'. He fists his hands into the rails, a slow smirk appearing on his lips.]

The system...

_Heh. I beg to differ. One cannot recreate perfection.

[He turned on his heel to face Big Boss, extending his arms to show his boasting.]

[He hasn't smiled much since he got here months ago. But something like a smile starts to creep on to his face.]

That doesn't stop men from trying.

[He touched his fingers to the side of his head lightly, a brow quirking to the other man.]

Perfection isn't meant to be recreated, John. You of all people should know that.

[Chuckles somewhat darkly.]

I was never perfect, Adam. [he brings a hand up to tap his eye-patch] You should know that.

Hnh... [He watches the man with careful eyes.]

That mission was a success, wasn't it? Besides...

[He strides up to Big Boss, reaching up to touch his wrist and plies it from the eyepatch.] This occured through my own imperfections.

[Congratulations, you have startled Big Boss. Though the only outward showing is a twitch in that arm. He allows it to be moved. No one here has been bold enough to touch him like that, even Big Mama.]

[He'll concede that point for now.]

[He glances to his wrist then back to him with a raised brow.]

Admitting to your own imperfections?

[Unfortunately, Ocelot could be quite forward when he wanted to be. He had that air about him, that made it difficult for him to back down. He eventually allows his hand to drop, but he stands where he is. He inspects the eyepatch silently.]

Back then, yes. I was a fool.

[Big Boss had frankly missed having a person like that around but he keeps it to himself.]

Hm. What makes you think you've changed?

[...wants to tell him he's 'pretty good' so bad. SO BAD.]

Oh, you don't think I have eh?

[He pokes him on the chest.] You have, my friend. It's only natural that I followed in that same streak. I'd like to think I'm not as boistrous as my youthful self.

[Even thought he knew he was. His cockiness had only grown, but with reason.]

[Big Boss glances down when poked. He raises a brow in amusement.] Change is natural.

[He cracks a small smirk] But... you are still same little punk-kid I remember. Wouldn't be you without it.

Of course.

[Ocelot raises a brow at that.] Punk-kid? Hah! What do you know? I am far greater that being the 'same punk-kid'.

[He gestured lightly.] And I am far from little.

[Chuckles.]

I'm sure you'll prove me wrong then, hm?

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