[He tries to get up, but the pain in his legs is too much. He listens to Solid's words almost expressionlessly, though they cut into him like knives. He uses one of the Snake Arms to grab onto a support beam, forcing himself back up onto his feet and using it for support. His legs are shaking in agony, but he's not going to stand down so easily. Not even after hearing that.]

...I... was never part of your plans anyway, right?

[He growls the words through gritted teeth.]

I never am. You forget, brother. I was born to be a tool, not a warrior. A puppet. I don't think the way you do.

[Slowly, he raises the P90 again, aiming it with a shaking hand, and pulls the trigger. There's a click as it dry-fires. Empty.]

...heh. It's not worth talking. You've made up your mind, and even if I tried to change it there would be no effect.

[He's just so sick of this already. Sick of everything.]