Liquid sneers when Snake shoves at his arm. He'd only pushed Snake's to get it out of his face, after all. It's taking him all his self-control to not let a punch fly, and it's pretty obvious, the way his hands are balled into fists. Still, he automatically pushes back, his own message being something along the lines of don't give me a reason.
He doesn't want to be on Snake's side any more than Snake does. They're meant to be opposites. He's known that all his life. And if Liquid can't kill him or otherwise get rid of him, he'd rather not be anywhere where he is. Unfortunately, this ship's meant to work together.
He scoffs, his own arms crossing. It's easier to avoid trying to sock him one this way. "And you expect me to just magically start doing what I was doing again once we get back? I certainly won't be commander of FOXHOUND. I won't have my team. I won't have Ocelot's resources. I won't have any Metal Gears. I'll have my body. That's it."
Of course, he doesn't mention that he's going to be planning things every chance he gets. Let his brother think he'll go back despondent enough to be reformed.
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He doesn't want to be on Snake's side any more than Snake does. They're meant to be opposites. He's known that all his life. And if Liquid can't kill him or otherwise get rid of him, he'd rather not be anywhere where he is. Unfortunately, this ship's meant to work together.
He scoffs, his own arms crossing. It's easier to avoid trying to sock him one this way. "And you expect me to just magically start doing what I was doing again once we get back? I certainly won't be commander of FOXHOUND. I won't have my team. I won't have Ocelot's resources. I won't have any Metal Gears. I'll have my body. That's it."
Of course, he doesn't mention that he's going to be planning things every chance he gets. Let his brother think he'll go back despondent enough to be reformed.