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were you born to resist or be abused

[The only thing more legendary than Liquid's ego or his reputation was his paranoia. It had only gotten worse since the FOXHOUND betrayal at Shadow Moses. Since that--or perhaps because of it--he had developed a near sixth sense for trouble brewing.]

[The operative in the SEAL uniform didn't know exactly what was going on, but all was not well in this insane little building.]

[...and somehow, he actually found that rather exciting. He was a bit lost without something to do for Philanthropy, after all. Regardless, if something was going to happen they would need to be prepared.]

[Liquid was sitting in the library, flipping idly through a copy of Titus Andronicus.The soldier debated over whether to call Otacon now or wait until he could have some evidence with these suspicions. Acting on vague impulse had gotten him into trouble far too many times in the past.]

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Well, that's a small comfort. I was about to think everything you said about being a saner shade of Liquid was a lie. [wanders away, back to the playbook and screenplay section, looking for something] What do soldiers think about as they don't read Titus Andronicus then?

I'm not trying to conquer the blastedbuilding. That alone should hint that I'm not like the rest of them.

[He sighed, reaching up and tying his hair into a low ponytail.]

It's nothing.

No, you just think you'll be able to cheat death. Totally sane there.

Nothing, or nothing you want to talk about, or nothing you want to tell me in particular?

I never claimed complete sanity.

...It's just a strange feeling. Nothing more.

Hm, good point. Though it's doubtful anyone one here is completely there in the head. [wanders off among the shelves before returning with a book in hand] Nevertheless, if you're still set on the idea, you should try this instead. [hands out a thick book of chess techniques]

The default here is already pretty odd. How strange are you meaning?

[Liquid took it with a slight smirk; chess wasn't exactly his kind of thing, but perhaps it'd be useful somehow.]

The distinct feeling that utter chaos is imminent--I've had this sensation before, and I won't make the mistake of ignoring it now.

Should help. Unless it's one of those universes where Death plays Pinochle or something. Or that one book that had checkers. [shrugs, abandoning the thought and sitting down in an armchair]

I'll keep that in mind. Maybe borrow some kevlar from Drebin. [more seriously] Going to do anything about it?

...If I'm not merely being paranoid? I plan to contact my Otacon and mobilize Philanthropy if necessary.

[Of course, by 'mobilize Philanthropy', he meant 'kill the threat before it kills us first'.]

Well, whatever happens, keep the fighting out of my library. Makes it hard to read. [lights up] And keep your Otacon out of trouble.

Tch....I suppose I'll do what I can.

[Ignores the cigarette, but looks mildly annoyed] ...I'll destroy anyone that even tries to put a hand on him.

I'll take it as a nice favor. [offers a bit of a smile]

[ignores the annoyed look, ponders this] Hm. Even your allies?

[Smirks slightly] I'd hardly go out of my way for just anyone.

...If they're going to hurt Otacon, they're not my allies. No matter who it might be.

I know. I'm flattered, believe me.

That dichotomy is going to be interesting aboard the Nomad. [his smile twists to something dark at the thought of Naomi]

[That earned a quiet laugh] You certainly look it.

...The Nomad? What're you talking about, Hal?

Fistfights break out here more often than you'd think.

[smile vanishes, back to stoic] It's a plane. Or, better yet, home for a few years. Not the best years for Philanthropy.

...There's something you're not telling me. What happened--rather, what's going to happen?

Who knows. [sighs and leans back in his chair, looking at the ceiling] You're going to change things, aren't you?

Of course I am. But I'd need to know what I'm going to change. I already know when I'm supposedly going to die--though I hate to tempt fate with these words, how much worse can it get?

....

[whispered with quiet honesty] I don't like talking about it.

[Liquid hesitated; he didn't want to push it, but...if whatever it was upset him so much, Liquid would have to know in order to stop it from happening.]

I want to change our future--construct something like the idyllic world you want so badly. It'll never be perfect, but...I have to try.

...please, Hal. Tell me so I can prevent it.

Idyllic world? [snorts] I'm there. I have nothing to champion against, no agent to monitor on dangerous missions, and my daughter is relatively safe. The world's fine. [smoky exhale]

[soft again] It's not for you to fix. I did it. It's my burden and... lapse of strength.

[He was starting to get annoyed--this was nothing like Hal whatsoever, and it was frustrating. Ignoring most of his words for the moment, Liquid focused on the last part.]

Shut up. If someone's going to hurt my Otacon, I should damn well expect it to be my bloody problem! I will not just stand by and wait for someone I love to be put through hell!

You're an idiot. [rubs his face tiredly]

I hurt Snake. And that hurt me, because... because it does. [looks somewhat shaken at the memory] No one set out to hurt me. I just hurt everyone else. It's something I'm used to.

You're the bloody idiot here, Hal.

[...so did that mean he'd end up hurting Liquid? That was unsettling--Otacon was the only living person with such power over him. If he hurt Liquid...then it would be pain worse than any he'd ever felt.]

I can stop it from happening. I will stop it, if you just talk to me. Damn it...don't make me start begging you to tell me, Hal.

You think you can, huh? [sits up] You want to change it for certain? Then teach your Hal to close up and not care. Then make it so he doesn't love people like he does and make sure he doesn't feel compassion for those who need him.

[glares at Liquid for a long moment before looking away again] You can't do this. You have to actually live your life, not keep trying to rig it to get the results you want.

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