[Oh, that does it. Ocelot's words hurt a lot more than his boot ever could, and Liquid's face screws up in white-hot rage. D-E-L's influence is easily pushed aside to make room for more of his anger.]

Shut up!

[Oh, the passion in fighting's there now, and he kicks and thrashes until he can get himself back up on his feet. His fists are clenched as tightly as possible and he advances towards Ocelot in slow, heavy steps.]

What do you know? You think you know what I've seen? What I've been through? How dare you call me weak?

[There's no trace of the blank expression from earlier. Only fury.]

I was created to be weak, but I've surpassed that. Don't forget it.