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SOLIDUS!!

[Standing in the lobby, Snake had practically shouted into his codec to get his brother's attention. He was in a rage... Not only did this man kill one of his allies, he was also the one who organized Shadow Moses. That entire incident... Pretty much what began to tell the rest of his life... and his entire chasing of Liquid.

He wasn't sure what he would do... But he was all prepared in his gear, his m9 in his hand. He was really tempted to just take out a machine gun and blast the fucker away, but... This man still helped him several times here.

Snake's emotions were at war with each other. He couldn't decide which side to take. On one hand, this man practically ruined his life, on the other, Solidus was his brother.]

SOLIDUS, COME OUT! I'm in the lobby!

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It doesn't have to be like this, Solid.

[He knows it will. Solid's blood must be burning with righteous vengeance by now. He doesn't want to kill the man, but he doesn't want to die again. Is there any other way this can end?]

It's easy to say because it's easy for me to do. I long supressed my guilt over the past, brother. Guilt interferes with the things you have to do. Don't let it interfere with this.

[He doesn't offer an explanation. Solid wouldn't understand.]

That doesn't tell me shit, Solidus! Don't waste political speeches on me! I'm not talking to George Sears, I'm talking to you!

[Grits his teeth, aiming, somewhat crouched.]

Don't you tell me what it doesn't have to be like-- You should have listened to your own words before you murdered Volgin! If this war weren't happening, and he'd done that to me, I would have gotten revenge myself, but we need as many allies as we can get-- I thought if I didn't take revenge, it would have been some sort of symbol for the resistance!

I thought symbols were important to politicians! But you're proving everything is just about lies and money. No one cares about truth, trust. Not anymore!

[Aims at his legs and opens fire.] Hhhraghhh!!

[He half-snarls his response, looking both shocked and angry.]

Lies? Money? Neither of those is important to me! All I've done, all I've ever done, is lie for them, for those same people that did this to us! You're right, Solid! I'm a politician. I know how to lie, how to deceive, how to make everything look peachy. But I'm a man too, Solid! And I hated him for doing that to you. To hell with the war. You're family, and I couldn't bear seeing you suffering like that because of some overgrown fool!

[He'd gotten distracted. He'd gotten too wrapped up in his anger to react in time, too wrapped up to even think of trying to stop the bullets or even dodge. Below the exoskeleton's protection. He bites back a shriek of pain as they tore into his legs, making him buckle and fall.]

[For a moment, he feels the urge to rush to Solidus' side, but his legs refuse to move. That's right, he did this to Solidus. They were fighting. Rushing to help his enemy wasn't the wise thing to do, and Snake was no martyr.]

Hnn...

[He'd managed to tear him down at least, but those Snake Arms would still be a problem.]

If it means saving as many people as I can in this place, I'll do whatever it takes. My life is not worth the many that live here, you should understand that! We don't have time for the liberty to start attacking our own men, just because we feel it's justice! What if Big Boss attacked us after that?! Volgin and I have a plan to take him out, and you're busy... Thinking up a way to kill him!?

[He starts to move closer, gritting his teeth still from the horrid pain in his arm, but he continues moving.]

I appreciate you worrying about me, Solidus, but this is war. And I'm not giving up on it yet. You can punch as many soldiers as you want, but don't do it for my sake. I want nothing to do with you anymore!!

[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.]

[Advances closer, very cautiously. He's panting, but he's still trying to remain as calm as he can.]

You were part of my plans at first, Solidus. You were my strongest ally here... I trusted you.

You talk about being a puppet, a tool... But what does that make me? I was played by a tool. I've been a tool for so many people, even though me and Fox denied it so much. As much as we tried to break away from being used, we were used all the more.

You really think we were created so differently? I may have been born to be a soldier, but no one ever saw me as anything but a tool. Something to be used, something expendable. That's why I'm as old as I am at 42, that's why you are, too.

I didn't even know I had a third brother until the Big Shell happened... But learning that my greatest ally here orchestrated the incident that changed my life forever...

I can't just let it go.

If I get out of here, I'll become a biological weapon that will kill thousands of people. I'm not going to become a tool to this damn FoxDie inside of me, I'm going to kill myself before I'll be used again.

[Points the M4 at Solidus' head, his arm trembling somewhat.]

Were you willing to go that far?

...some sacrifices are necessary. Liquid was one of them. You... were supposed to be one too. I don't know how you survived. You were supposed to be dead long before this. It would have been easier for both of us.

[He shakes his head, trying to regain his composure.]

Sacrifices are necessary for the greater good.

[The free Snake Arm latches onto Snake suddenly, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up. He doesn't want to kill the man, only choke him into unconsciousness if he can, but he knows Snake won't offer the same courtesy. He owes Snake nothing, and yet he can't bring himself to kill the man.]

It wasn't luck, but my own willpower. [Doesn't seem to notice the Snake Arm creeping up on him.]

Sacrifices? Bold words coming from a cowa-- Hhckghh!

[Drops his M4, suddenly gasping as he's lifted into the air by one of the Snake Arms, his throat in a tight grip. He's not as strong as he used to be, and with his throat already starting to seize (or at least feel like it), he can feel his stamina depleting quickly. Snake chokes and gasps, his good arm prying at the snake arm... Though the injured one still carries the stun knife... It has a good electrical charge, although it's mainly for stunning his foes... However, if he gets a decent stab inside of something and activates the stun... Like on something metallic, he wonders what would happen.

Struggling to breathe, he raises his wounded, bloody arm and suddenly jams the stun knife into the snake arm, activating the stun ability.]

[He's still recovering from the electrocution Volgin gave him, so the unexpected charge is even worse for him. The arms both release their prizes, one dropping Snake to the ground, the other relinguishing Solidus' weight to his injured legs, making him fall. He lies there, the knife's charge still rippling through him, making him scream. It's ironic, somehow, that it should be electricity. He almost blacks out, his weakened body unable to handle it, but he manages to sever the connection in time. The Snake Arms lie discarded beside him as he tries to recover enough to move. He needs to grab his sword, to reload his gun, anything, but it's hard to move, somehow. The electricity left him drained and damaged.]

[Collapses to the floor, choking and gasping for breath, coughing violently. For a brief moment there, the electric charge of the stun knife had gone through him as well, though it wasn't at all as long as Solidus' treatment, though it still scared the old soldier. He didn't like electricity. Not at all. Using it against his own brother...

This was a fight, he could see he had the upper-hand. It was now or never. With the knife still jammed in the snake arm, he reaches weakly for the M4, taking out some more ammunition. Amidst his coughing and rough panting, it's rather hard to focus, but he has to. Popping the ammunition into the gun, he tosses the empty cartridge across the hall, and slowly stands up, dizzily. Focusing the solid eye, Snake aims the M4 right at Solidus' head, staring for a very long time. He has the enemy right where he wants him.]

[Move.

Somehow he can't.

Move! If you don't move, you're dead!

Despite the way his mind is screaming at him, he can't. He tries to roll over, to sit up, but the most he can do is push himself up onto his hands. His body doesn't want to obey him. He has a feeling Snake is going to shoot before he can even draw his sword.]

[He'd won. The prize was his. No Raiden this time. The timeline was all messed up. But none of that mattered... This would end the terror of that incident, all those years ago.

This was the man that started it, now it would truly end, and not by the hands of someone else. But by his own hands.

His finger on the trigger, he adjusts the aim again when Solidus moves... and he presses down.]

[A shot rings out, but nothing went through Solidus' skull. In fact, there's no injury, just a loud noise. Snake still stands, but the gun is pointed in a different direction... the shot having missed Solidus entirely, instead being fired down the hall. The man behind the gun is taking in deep, shuddering breaths. He looks... confused, though battling deep sadness within his heart. He lowers his weapon slowly.]

[His eyes seem to look a little more wet than before... and he drops to his knees, letting his gun slip out of his hand. He's in front of Solidus now, vulnerable, head bowed in shame. He couldn't do it, even though he meant to... He wanted to hurt Solidus so badly, for everything.

But he couldn't do it. He really had become some sentimental old fool, hadn't he? Though... He was so exhausted from battle, was there any real reason to blame him? He was losing sight of what he was fighting for, who he was fighting...

He couldn't say that he didn't care anymore. Instead, he cared too much, and it kept him from pulling the trigger. Stupid old fool... that's all he could think of himself as.]

...Why...?

[He stares at Snake in confusion and shock. He had expected to die, been prepared for it the moment he realised he couldn't get up. Why would Snake stop? His brother should have hated him.]

Why didn't you shoot me?

[Slowly, shakily, he reaches out to grasp Snake's arm.]

I don't... understand...

[Stays there a long moment, before he just leans against Solidus, practically falling against him. He doesn't say anything for a while, just breathing deep, shuddered breaths... Finally, he speaks.]

I don't know... I don't... know, damn it... I should have killed you, but I can't...

I'm a killer, I should be able to do it...

But I can't...

[Slowly, expecting him to resist, he draws the man closer, embracing him loosely.]

I... couldn't have killed you either. I was going to... just knock you out... and leave you to come to on... on your own...

[The pain he's in is making him struggle to focus on his words, so he falls silent.]

[In a terribly vulnerable state, but he's just... too drained to do anything about it. He doesn't want to fight his brother. And at the same time, he does. Snake doesn't resist the hug, but he doesn't embrace the other either. He remains leaning there.]

...Hnn... Solidus...

I don't... want to fight. But I'll understand if you can't forgive me.

[He's resisting passing out with everything he has, but he can feel that blackness starting to descend.]

[Feeling himself getting weaker as well... He slowly enters into codec, punching in two codec numbers, and leaving a message on each... Volgin's and Otacon's... "Need help. Help for two." He doesn't enter in Liquid's, since he didn't kill Solidus and doesn't want Liquid to assume he has to finish the job... After leaving the message, he rests against his brother, knowing he'll pass out, but at least he won't be alone.]

[He's very relieved to hear the "for two" part, recognising that it means Solidus is still alive, so he rushes to the lobby. At the sight of them both, he looks very sad and crouches down beside them.]

Snake? Can you hear me?

[Ohgod. Snake's voice in that message hits him like a punch to the gut. He answers immediately.]

I'm on my way. Don't move, Snake.

[Of course, when he gets there, it's to the sight of a big, scary, scarred man leaning over his friend.]

[Eyes open slightly, and he turns his head, hearing Volgin's familiar voice.]

Hnn... Nn... [He's numb from the pain in his body, including his bleeding arm. He can see Volgin, as blurry as he is, but he hasn't quite noticed Otacon yet.]

Ota...con? [Slowly passes out.]

[oookay. That guy's huge. Hal's approaching pretty cautiously...until he hears that.] D-damnit!
[He runs over and falls to his knees.] Snake? Hey, answer me. Snake?

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assuming he even knows where they are.

\8D/ lol I knew I forgot that part

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