[There's nothing like passion in the way he's fighting, nothing to suggest that this is what he was made for. He stares blankly straight ahead as he tries to dodge Ocelot's move. He manages to get upright almost immediately, just in time for the punch to hit him. But he shrugs it off. Keeps going.]
This is--
[He breaks off, staring at Ocelot with more comprehension for a moment. He's got every reason not to like him, but nobody should be going through what he's going through.]
Don't let them-- us-- get you. Get out. I'll... I'll...
[He grits his teeth and tries to grab him again. He's trying.]
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[There's nothing like passion in the way he's fighting, nothing to suggest that this is what he was made for. He stares blankly straight ahead as he tries to dodge Ocelot's move. He manages to get upright almost immediately, just in time for the punch to hit him. But he shrugs it off. Keeps going.]
This is--
[He breaks off, staring at Ocelot with more comprehension for a moment. He's got every reason not to like him, but nobody should be going through what he's going through.]
Don't let them-- us-- get you. Get out. I'll... I'll...
[He grits his teeth and tries to grab him again. He's trying.]