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[OOC] Third Person
Revenge was an addictive, addictive thing. Circular and endless, Flemming knew that he and the girl could continue to play this game forever if they had to. Her wanting to have Solid Snake was nothing sort of problematic for him. It was something that he would pretend to want to help with, at least for now.
The girl was strong, too strong. Her power had become something that he couldn’t control on his own, and without Hans here to help him, it meant that Flemming had to take matters into his own hand. For now, at least, she was still helping him. Enough that he could rely on her to help destroy her precious Solid Snake.
He had nothing against the man, personally. He had been a convenient pawn, nothing more. It was a shame that he would have to die but it was what it was. If only there had been more time, then Flemming could probably have swayed Snake to his side and been able to show the girl that William Flemming wasn’t the sort of person that you wanted to make an enemy of.
Snake had been out of combat for a long time. It was rather tragic to have to use him as a pawn. How had he even gotten involved in this to begin with? Did Alice’s power extend that far? But, why? She was alive, wasn’t she?
She was the most powerful psychic in the world!
She should have been grateful that she had been one of the lucky ones! She was still alive, wasn’t she? And she was powerful, so very powerful. She could control the minds of almost everyone she wanted to!
That girl, that child should have been thanking him for all that he had done. Hans had been the one to bring her to the island, it wasn’t his fault that Alice had been an orphan. She should have been grateful. Flemming and Hans had given the girl something. She had defeated those that were unworthy of becoming Neoteny and could have been a great asset. But things had fallen apart almost immediately. Without his partner here, he had no hope in controlling the girl. As headstrong as Flemming was, Hans Davis had been the true mastermind of the project.
In this world full of munitions corporations fighting to one-up each other, she should have been grateful that she had been given such a gift. Why did she blame him for any of this? Flemming had only been doing his job. It was Hans who kidnapped her. It was Hans who let the other children die.
Why was any of this his fault to begin with?
The girl was strong, too strong. Her power had become something that he couldn’t control on his own, and without Hans here to help him, it meant that Flemming had to take matters into his own hand. For now, at least, she was still helping him. Enough that he could rely on her to help destroy her precious Solid Snake.
He had nothing against the man, personally. He had been a convenient pawn, nothing more. It was a shame that he would have to die but it was what it was. If only there had been more time, then Flemming could probably have swayed Snake to his side and been able to show the girl that William Flemming wasn’t the sort of person that you wanted to make an enemy of.
Snake had been out of combat for a long time. It was rather tragic to have to use him as a pawn. How had he even gotten involved in this to begin with? Did Alice’s power extend that far? But, why? She was alive, wasn’t she?
She was the most powerful psychic in the world!
She should have been grateful that she had been one of the lucky ones! She was still alive, wasn’t she? And she was powerful, so very powerful. She could control the minds of almost everyone she wanted to!
That girl, that child should have been thanking him for all that he had done. Hans had been the one to bring her to the island, it wasn’t his fault that Alice had been an orphan. She should have been grateful. Flemming and Hans had given the girl something. She had defeated those that were unworthy of becoming Neoteny and could have been a great asset. But things had fallen apart almost immediately. Without his partner here, he had no hope in controlling the girl. As headstrong as Flemming was, Hans Davis had been the true mastermind of the project.
In this world full of munitions corporations fighting to one-up each other, she should have been grateful that she had been given such a gift. Why did she blame him for any of this? Flemming had only been doing his job. It was Hans who kidnapped her. It was Hans who let the other children die.
Why was any of this his fault to begin with?