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[There's a young Snake roaming around, seemingly looking for someone. He has a concerned, fleeting look on his face. Despite his training to mask his emotions, he can't help the frown currently furrowing his brows.]
[He's lost someone important. He can't find her anywhere. No matter where he searched, Dr. Clark was no where to be seen.]
[He picked up his pace, moving from a stride, to a jog, to a sprint. His bandanna zipped about behind him, flying around his head. He panted, trying so desperately to find his carer, but when he eventually reached the lobby from searching the hallways of the entire building, he collapsed on a bench in exhaustion, panting hard.]
[Sweat dripped down David's face as he hunched over, trying his best to prevent his frustration from surfacing, but the obvious grimace on his face remained permenantly fixed.]
Damnit...
[He's lost someone important. He can't find her anywhere. No matter where he searched, Dr. Clark was no where to be seen.]
[He picked up his pace, moving from a stride, to a jog, to a sprint. His bandanna zipped about behind him, flying around his head. He panted, trying so desperately to find his carer, but when he eventually reached the lobby from searching the hallways of the entire building, he collapsed on a bench in exhaustion, panting hard.]
[Sweat dripped down David's face as he hunched over, trying his best to prevent his frustration from surfacing, but the obvious grimace on his face remained permenantly fixed.]
Damnit...
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Just because everyone knows who I am, that doesn't mean I know who all of you are.
I don't confide in strangers.
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You already have Solid Snake. You don't need me, and I don't need you.
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What if they don't want to get to know you?
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I want Miss Clark.
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There is nothing you can do.
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[There was Frank. The only other child he knew. His first friend without even realizing it.]
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It's not your fault.
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... if you want to talk, I'll listen. Not because you're Snake and I'm Otacon. Because you want to talk and I want to listen.
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[He turned his head and curled his legs up to his chest, leaning his ear against his knees.]