[ raiden's response is understandable. it's a thought he'd had before, once upon a time, before meryl— when she had asked him for his name and he had conceded to the idea of him. the legend of solid snake. he didn't need anything or anyone and the idea that someone might want to get to know him for himself wasn't scary. it just struck him as dangerous. he felt dangerous. he was on the battlefield and there was only need for a weapon out there.
so he doesn't speak at first. snake just lets the nostalgia of raiden's words wash over him. instead, he looks downcast, brows knitted together. for a moment too long, he looks and feels old. decisively does he stand and close the distance between the two of them, placing his hands on raiden's shoulders with a meaningful gaze.
he'll do what he has to do, but he trusts in raiden, too.
but he smiles, a little. ]
You've got better to do than daydream about me. [ "about an old man," he almost says. playful, despite the tone of the conversation. ]
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so he doesn't speak at first. snake just lets the nostalgia of raiden's words wash over him. instead, he looks downcast, brows knitted together. for a moment too long, he looks and feels old. decisively does he stand and close the distance between the two of them, placing his hands on raiden's shoulders with a meaningful gaze.
he'll do what he has to do, but he trusts in raiden, too.
but he smiles, a little. ]
You've got better to do than daydream about me. [ "about an old man," he almost says. playful, despite the tone of the conversation. ]