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[imthe_shit]

[Slowly waking up, he was still aching, his body numb. He seemed to be in a room of white... death hadn't even been his first assumption. He knew he was in someone's care. Death wasn't that easy, not for someone like him. He's not wearing clothes, he can't feel the suit on his body... but he's got a blanket over his midsection. He can feel the slight differences in temperature.]

Hhnnn...

[His dreams were inconsistent. Ranging from memories of torture from Ocelot in Shadow Moses, to making Otacon eat Sunny's shitty eggs, to lying under a truck with a sniper rifle. They were the kind of dreams that made you want to throw up with how... everywhere they were. He tries to sit up, but can't find the strength to move. Obviously being electrocuted at his physical age wasn't the best for him. He probably needed a while to recover... And that lowered his optimism even more than before.]

...Hhrrh... [He turns his head slightly, looking at the empty chair next to him. A guest chair... He half expected to see Otacon sitting in it, but there was no one. He sighs, closing his eyes. It felt like it was going to be a long recovery.]

Comments

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

...

[He quirks a brow, wondering what his Son is wondering.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

You always hang around the younger versions of your girlfriend?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

No.

Sometimes she finds me. It's one of my strangest encounters here...just the sheer difference in age.

[He doesn't even go into the brain-breaking experience of meeting The Boss as a child.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Hnn... I met a really young version of Otacon. The kid wasn't so bad.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I've met him, too. He's a good kid. Very sweet.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't talk about that otaku crap either. He finishes off the broth eventually, then sets the bowl down on the towel on his lap, not wanting to risk opening any wounds by reaching to the table next to him.]


Hnn... Thanks. It was good.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He rises back to his feet to take the empty bowl from his Son.]

Rest; you need it. Try to sleep...

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Closes his eyes, resting his head against the pillow, and lowering the bed somewhat so he's not half sitting up.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He watches over him in case he needs anything else.]

...

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[... Can feel sleep getting closer, he turns his head without opening his eyes.]

... Am I an idiot?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

What??

What do you mean?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

I know... war is pointless here... But it's all that I know... I don't... feel right unless I'm fighting...

Even when I end up like this, I want in on the next battle...

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

...Men like us only feel our best on the battlefield. It's who we are and our purpose.

However-

We are not just tools of war. We are people. Wasting our remaining years fighting pointless battles is no way to truly live. Getting a thrill out of killing- [He stops himself and just shakes his head.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Takes in a deep breath.] I don't want you to hate me anymore.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I don't hate you, David.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[There's no response... just deep breathing. It seems David's fallen asleep.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

...

[He stays by his side just in case. He does seem to appear to have relaxed now that his Son has fallen asleep.]