Mar 16, 2017
My god Liquid, you and Katya are so darn sweet.
“You think so?” He laughs, a bit awkwardly. “She’s a good friend. I’m surprised at myself, sometimes-- I didn’t think I could have a normal friendship. And yet...”
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My god Liquid, you and Katya are so darn sweet.
“You think so?” He laughs, a bit awkwardly. “She’s a good friend. I’m surprised at myself, sometimes-- I didn’t think I could have a normal friendship. And yet...”
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Do you think it is possible to make a good movie adaptation of a videogame? Since comic and book movie adaptations have been successful, yet the videogame ones have been so far absolute failures.
He snorts. “Well, critically, yes -- every video game movie’s been a failure, and none of them are above 30% on Rotten Tomatoes -- I check. It’s a pretty good litmus.” He shrugs. “But personally, I kind of enjoy some of them. But I’m not the general public, and I’m certainly not a gamer, who tend to be the most vocal about their displeasure.”
He taps a finger to his cheek. “See, you need three things for a good movie -- a good script, a good director, and a good cast. From what I can tell, most video games movies either don’t have the first, don’t have the second, or don’t have either of the first two.” He sighs. “If you can get the right scriptwriter, and the right director, honestly I think it can be done.”
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What's your opinion on Ocelot?
The boy shrugs. “I like him best out of the three commanders around here,” he says. “Miller is a paranoid jerk, my father is my father,” he makes a face, “but Ocelot’s alright. I guess. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t seem that bad.”
What's your relationship with the floating boy like? Could you imagine him out of your life after all that's happened?
He grins. “He’s my best friend,” he says firmly. “I wasn’t sure about him at first, but then he helped me, and-- and he was in my head, and I was in his, and it didn’t all the way go away, and I just...he knows me, and I know him, and we’re friends.” He nods. “I can’t see him ever going away, ‘cause-- ‘cause we’re, like...” He frowns, trying to come up with words but he can’t, and instead just links his hands together, fingers entwined. “Like this.”
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Terrifying ask meme: nightmares of his first kills
He wakes up, as he always does, screaming. The Man in his nightmares....it’s always the same when he has that dream, always rain and mud and blood everywhere. He shudders, running hands through his hair.
Ugh..
Do you and Liquid and Ocelot often have conversations in Spanish? Since the three of you speak the language... (Don´t mind me, I´m just a random person who´s quite fond of their mother language.)
“Oh, sometimes!” He grins. “It’s kind of fun to speak other languages around people who don’t know it. Like a secret code. We speak all the languages we share, really. It’s pretty nice, really.”
Do you still know who you are, when you get up in the morning and look in the mirror? Or do you just not look anymore?
He swallows, and lets out a weak, nervous laugh, wringing his hands.
“I...try not to look,” he mutters. “I mean, I do, because I need to to put my face...my faces on. But...I don’t look. I know who I am, but I...I’m afraid that if I look I won’t recognize the face anymore.” He touches his cheek, smiling shakily. “I just...the less I look, the more certain I am of who I am. Looking will just make it worse.”