[ raiden narrows his eyes irritably before shaking his head, a hand resting against his hip. ]

No, that’s not it. I went berserk, Snake.

[ a silence follows, like he’s mulling over how exactly to verbalize this. as he leans back against the sink— ]

Jack is back.

[ ... ]

I mean, I... [ a sigh. ] I...have these shifts. Where Jack takes over. The part of me that loves...to kill. The one who grew up in Liberia. When things get to be too much for me, he takes over, and it’s like I lose all control. He’s probably who I really am, deep down but...that was what happened. My voice gets different. My speech patterns change. And more than anything, I need to be knee deep in blood — or else.

It’s been like this for awhile before I got here. Eiko...she’s good enough at tempering me, but it doesn’t always work. Everyone else here can hardly deal with having someone else in their head...but for me? Heh. Was already fucked up before I got here, no demon needed. She’s done me a solid in her own way if anything.

[ the tension leaves his body taut and uncomfortable. it shows. ]

If you see him again, just...know that.