10-18-2009, 01:20 AM
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In truth, there were several ways in which Snake was absolutely identical to his mother and father. They had all felt discordance between themselves and their parents which had eventually left to their divergence. That was decently natural—unless one was born and presented into a family atmosphere and had a mind to stay there, the child would usually leave. What had not happened with either Nikita or Laurel, however, was one of their parents coming to check up on them. That was the reason why Nikita had not come herself—the thought of either Socom or Famas coming to speak with her after she abandoned them was something that was almost laughable. After much discussion, she had allowed Laurel his mission, though she hadn’t been happy about it.
And yet his father was as he remembered him—not that he had really expected any change to have occurred in his absence. The youth gave a small shrug to his father’s comments (Snake was not one to be used to be fussed over, in any regard), though he didn’t respond vocally. The speculations didn’t really make much sense to him—Snake had a bad habit of thinking logically about things (something that also cursed his half-brother, Otacon), so he could see that he had grown because he was young and time had passed, and that he looked good because he had finally been able to take good care of himself in Inferni. After a second of this deliberation, however, he took them for innocuous compliments. Or something of that nature.
So far, even after his father’s question, Snake couldn’t discern why Laurel had come. He feared the worst, actually—had something happened? As for how Inferni, the boy was initially confused about how Laurel knew its name before remembering (duh) that his father had lived here before him. “It’s nice enough here. I was recently made into the… warrior in-training here.” It made perfect sense—Snake had been involved in combat practically since birth. If he hadn’t been a fighter, he would have been dead by now. After a second he shifted his weight nervously and asked, “Is—Is everything alright? Where is Mom?” The slight stammer was uncharacteristic of him, and he frowned at it. It wasn’t as if he truly worried—or was it?
In truth, there were several ways in which Snake was absolutely identical to his mother and father. They had all felt discordance between themselves and their parents which had eventually left to their divergence. That was decently natural—unless one was born and presented into a family atmosphere and had a mind to stay there, the child would usually leave. What had not happened with either Nikita or Laurel, however, was one of their parents coming to check up on them. That was the reason why Nikita had not come herself—the thought of either Socom or Famas coming to speak with her after she abandoned them was something that was almost laughable. After much discussion, she had allowed Laurel his mission, though she hadn’t been happy about it.
And yet his father was as he remembered him—not that he had really expected any change to have occurred in his absence. The youth gave a small shrug to his father’s comments (Snake was not one to be used to be fussed over, in any regard), though he didn’t respond vocally. The speculations didn’t really make much sense to him—Snake had a bad habit of thinking logically about things (something that also cursed his half-brother, Otacon), so he could see that he had grown because he was young and time had passed, and that he looked good because he had finally been able to take good care of himself in Inferni. After a second of this deliberation, however, he took them for innocuous compliments. Or something of that nature.
So far, even after his father’s question, Snake couldn’t discern why Laurel had come. He feared the worst, actually—had something happened? As for how Inferni, the boy was initially confused about how Laurel knew its name before remembering (duh) that his father had lived here before him. “It’s nice enough here. I was recently made into the… warrior in-training here.” It made perfect sense—Snake had been involved in combat practically since birth. If he hadn’t been a fighter, he would have been dead by now. After a second he shifted his weight nervously and asked, “Is—Is everything alright? Where is Mom?” The slight stammer was uncharacteristic of him, and he frowned at it. It wasn’t as if he truly worried—or was it?
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