We're
not all born evil, or full of hate. At least that's what he thought.
Something in life has to happen to a person to make them the way that
they are.. if not, then the environment they're born in? Snake got up
from the cold winter Alaskan grounds where Liquid's dead body laid.
Peaceful, yet traumatized. He remembered back when they were fighting
in the underground base where Metal Gear was being stored, all the
things that Liquid had told him. Knowing that you're garbage since
the day you were born.. Snake couldn't know what that would have felt
like. While his life may not have been free of pain, there always
seemed to be a person that cared for him. He didn't have a clue about
Liquid. It's not like he knew him for that long. He could see the
hatred in his eyes when he talked. Everything that came out of his
mouth was filled with nothing but disgust. Disgust for almost
anything that he had ever encountered. Snake thought of Mantis, sure
he hated everyone, everything, but he had his reasons. Mantis for
some crazy reason, opened up to Snake. Yet here lay his twin, dead,
and he knew nothing about him. Not one thing. Well, not anything
besides all the bad things that were laid out to him 18 hours earlier
that is.
Looking back down at Liquid's body on the ground, he
thought to himself, "Everyone has some reason.. what's yours?
Everyone can be saved. Maybe in... even in death. But for you, maybe
it's too late to save you. At least.. save your soul.. or whatever is
left of it" Snake could feel Otacon looking at him from not to
far away, so he tried to hide whatever feelings he had going through
his head. "It's not fair. Everyone else got in their final
good-byes.. their last words, thoughts, whatever. But not you. Who
knows what was going through your mind when that virus took your
life. I didn't know you, didn't even like you.. but yet, I feel so
close to you.." Body cuts, stained with blood, and the burns.
Each hit, each scar, added more pain to that life that was so closed
and private to everyone. "Maybe if you had talked to someone
about at least something that was bothering you, you wouldn't have to
blab on all the time in angst... but I guess, you're the only one
that could really save your self. You can't just have someone help
you with your problems... I suppose you have to want to be helped
first huh?" Snake stood there, thinking. Thinking about how
someone could go so wrong. Then too, Liquid was probably the type
where if someone even tried to help him, he'd say something like
"stop trying to fix me. I'm not broken." Snake tried to
think of something that would make since. "I guess it was his
pride? Maybe he had thought to highly of himself. To proud to ask for
help when he needed it. To proud to admit that he had done something
wrong. Did something happen to you when you were a child?" Snake
shook his head, and cleared his mind of his thoughts. He took one
last look at Liquid, his brother, his twin, the man he'd never get to
understand. The man that no one would ever get to understand. His
life would be forever a secret. A secret that not even government
files could know and seal from the nosy eyes of the public.
