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[Liquid walked down the hallway with an empty, almost dead look in his eyes, blood dripping from his hands--the crimson substance that covered the soldier didn't belong to him, and for the first time Liquid Snake was horrified by that.]

[He was worthless. He had tried so hard to protect Otacon, even willing to subject himself to Snake's torture...all for nothing.]

[Had he ever understood what he felt for Otacon? No, of course not. How could someone that had gone unloved all his life comprehend what love felt like? All he knew was that there was a certain way he regarded Otacon and that certain way was referred to as loving someone. He never understood it, and hearing those words in Otacon's dying breath had hit like a slap to the face.]

[It was sinking in now, rage giving way to a crushing despair. Liquid had to finish Otacon, there had been no other choice--he'd been in so much pain and looked so goddamn pitiful.]

[Raising his hands, the soldier blankly regarded the blood he seemed to be covered in...]

[...then dropped to his knees and started screaming in agonized rage.]

[Liquid's injuries had healed surprisingly well. He expected to carry the scars from Ocelot's bullet and Fox's sword for a long time--years, perhaps--but they no longer bothered him and the burns from Ocelot's little torture session had faded. All in all, things weren't so bad.]

[The talk of Otacon's 'curse' had concerned him--concerned for Otacon's sanity. Honestly, what sort of foolish curse was that supposed to be? So what if everyone around you died? What was the point of such attachment?]

[Then again, Meryl's death still weighed heavily on Liquid's mind. Why? She was just a soldier, nothing but a subordinate. It wasn't as if he had cared about her.]

[...Right?]

[Right. Of course. Silverburgh had been nothing but a foot soldier, the last one loyal to him. Her death was nothing to him save for a failure. One in a line of many. So what? Subordinates died, period, end of story. So following that logic, why did it concern him when he imagined what might happen to Otacon here or on Shadow Moses?]

[Tch. Otacon was a valuable source of information. Nothing more. Anything Liquid might have said to make him think otherwise had been foolish.]

[So here the mostly-healed soldier stood, leaning on a wall and lighting a cigarette he had stolen from his older self in that ludicrous uniform--he had a lot to consider lately, it seemed.

[This night was not going well at all. Here was a Liquid Snake, stomach and shoulder wrapped in hastily applied bandages under an open and heavily bloodstained FOXHOUND coat.]

[He stood on trembling legs, breath coming shakily--one hand was on the wall for support, the other tightly gripping a FAMAS automatic rifle. He had knocked out Sasaki andescaped that godforsaken torture chamber of Ocelot's--if he ever saw the Russian again, he'd be sure to put a bullet in the bastard's head. And nevermind what he planned to do to Snake.]

[At least, until the lights went out. And the temperature changed drastically. Liquid pressed his back to the wall, free hand moving wearily to his head. This didn't feel like Alaska at all, and it certainly didn't seem like Shadow Moses. His eyes were slowly beginning to adjust to the shadows--he could faintly make out the outline of a hallway. Enough reassurance that he hadn't gone blind, at least.]

[He would just take a moment or two to catch his breath--the agonizing pain of his injuries was beginning to catch up to him.]



[HAY GUESS WHO. Um. Yeah. MGS1 version of liquidouroboros and worlds_serpent. Because fuck it, I'm bored. Information will be on his profile shortly.]