If you just want their names, I can do better than that. [john motions for kaz to stay where he is, though he's sure the man isn't going to rush to jump after him. still, though, he doesn't want miller to know all of his secrets.
big boss makes his way to his bedroom and disappears into it for a minute to retrieve what he's looking for. since he's arrived in hadriel, john has made sure to keep detailed notes on anything of interest: including the people that lived there. he fishes a thick book from underneath his mattress and opens it: the bulk of the pages have been hacked away to create a storage area. there's dossiers on everyone he's come across (and some he's read up on using the network) in there, folded pages stacked carefully to create as much space as possible. he takes a couple, puts everything back, and walks back out to he living room.]
Here. Dossiers. [john places the pages down on the table. they're obviously torn from the backs of various books at the library, considering the different sizes and colors of each page.]
[ It's a little bit dramatic, the way that Big Boss disappears into his room without any real explanation, but Miller has to admit that he's used to that. He leans himself back against the couch, not quite getting comfortable but taking a look around the immediate area while he has the chance. There isn't much to it, but there are small touches that make this place undeniably Snake's. A backpack sitting near the door, no doubt packed with survival gear, for instance.
When Big Boss returns, Kaz leans forward to look over the carefully put-together pages, picking them up to place them into his lap instead. ] Someone's been doing their homework. [ Not that Kaz should expect any different. When Snake wants to be thorough about something, he really goes all the way. ]
Too bad there isn't a Xerox machine around here, huh? [ He'd like to look this all over in some more detail, but he knows taking the sheets back to his place with him probably won't fly. ]
[what's life without a little drama, kaz? besides, when have their lives ever really been considered stable and normal?]
Keep 'em. [john conveniently doesn't add that every single one of his dossiers has a copy. the originals are all in russian, with his personal thoughts scribbed here and there. the copies, what miller is currently holding in his hand, are in english and just cold, hard facts. after they had finally agreed to work together, john had spent the time transcribing everything.
because, why not? there was little else to do in his free time.] One of those is for Kerrigan, who you've already met. The others are for Commander Rutherford, Thom Rainier, and Commander Greystone.
[ Kaz's life hasn't been stable or normal since he decided to leave his homeland behind.
There's no way that Snake would have handed these over unless he had copies, so Kaz doesn't feel particularly bad about taking them. He nods and then tucks them into an inner pocket of his coat. He can look them over in more detail later and commit the names to memory. ]
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you were drawn to other military types. It seems like there's enough of us here that we could try to add some order to this place, that's all I'm saying.
[ With everything, even the buildings, falling apart around them, they need to try and find structure somewhere. ]
Sure. One problem: you've got sporadic outside influence. [the stress of what could possibly happen next was always floating over all their heads. sometimes the gods' undue influence was easily ignored, allowing people to breathe a sigh of relief, but it wasn't often enough.
trying to establish a sense of order on already shaky foundations was difficult, to say the least. kind of like trying to train a dog that was constantly being distracted by a third party, for better or worse.]
But maybe you'll figure out how to deal with that.
Well, I probably can't stop these gods from messing with people's heads, but we can try to have some sort of response effort. Damage control, that kind of thing...
[ Maybe it is a fool's errand, and maybe Big Boss will end up getting to rub this all in his face and say he told him so. But Kaz has to at least try.
After a pause, he heaves out a sigh and looks to Snake more directly. ]
How about you? What are your plans?
[ Now that they've agreed to work in tandem instead of against each other, he should be allowed to know at least that much. ]
[he thinks for a moment, not really sure if he had any concrete plans. there were still too many unknowns when it came to the cave and the gods. every trip everyone had ever taken into the catacombs had ended with absolutely nothing to show for it. how could they formulate a plan for escape with odds like that?]
It doesn't matter. My plans are your plans from this point on. If you want to look at any of the intel I've built up, just ask.
[ Just like that, they're partners again. At least, that's the way that Big Boss phrases it. What he actually feels about it as harder to say. Due to that lack of emotional intelligence, Snake can be difficult to read.
Kaz has no idea how to feel at this point. He's the one who had suggested they work together in the first place, which at least grants him some amount of control over the situation. He's so tired of feeling weak for this man.
All the same, he nods. ] All right. Show me everything you've got.
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big boss makes his way to his bedroom and disappears into it for a minute to retrieve what he's looking for. since he's arrived in hadriel, john has made sure to keep detailed notes on anything of interest: including the people that lived there. he fishes a thick book from underneath his mattress and opens it: the bulk of the pages have been hacked away to create a storage area. there's dossiers on everyone he's come across (and some he's read up on using the network) in there, folded pages stacked carefully to create as much space as possible. he takes a couple, puts everything back, and walks back out to he living room.]
Here. Dossiers. [john places the pages down on the table. they're obviously torn from the backs of various books at the library, considering the different sizes and colors of each page.]
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When Big Boss returns, Kaz leans forward to look over the carefully put-together pages, picking them up to place them into his lap instead. ] Someone's been doing their homework. [ Not that Kaz should expect any different. When Snake wants to be thorough about something, he really goes all the way. ]
Too bad there isn't a Xerox machine around here, huh? [ He'd like to look this all over in some more detail, but he knows taking the sheets back to his place with him probably won't fly. ]
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Keep 'em. [john conveniently doesn't add that every single one of his dossiers has a copy. the originals are all in russian, with his personal thoughts scribbed here and there. the copies, what miller is currently holding in his hand, are in english and just cold, hard facts. after they had finally agreed to work together, john had spent the time transcribing everything.
because, why not? there was little else to do in his free time.] One of those is for Kerrigan, who you've already met. The others are for Commander Rutherford, Thom Rainier, and Commander Greystone.
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There's no way that Snake would have handed these over unless he had copies, so Kaz doesn't feel particularly bad about taking them. He nods and then tucks them into an inner pocket of his coat. He can look them over in more detail later and commit the names to memory. ]
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you were drawn to other military types. It seems like there's enough of us here that we could try to add some order to this place, that's all I'm saying.
[ With everything, even the buildings, falling apart around them, they need to try and find structure somewhere. ]
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trying to establish a sense of order on already shaky foundations was difficult, to say the least. kind of like trying to train a dog that was constantly being distracted by a third party, for better or worse.]
But maybe you'll figure out how to deal with that.
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[ Maybe it is a fool's errand, and maybe Big Boss will end up getting to rub this all in his face and say he told him so. But Kaz has to at least try.
After a pause, he heaves out a sigh and looks to Snake more directly. ]
How about you? What are your plans?
[ Now that they've agreed to work in tandem instead of against each other, he should be allowed to know at least that much. ]
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It doesn't matter. My plans are your plans from this point on. If you want to look at any of the intel I've built up, just ask.
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Kaz has no idea how to feel at this point. He's the one who had suggested they work together in the first place, which at least grants him some amount of control over the situation. He's so tired of feeling weak for this man.
All the same, he nods. ] All right. Show me everything you've got.