*rolls her eyes, putting the revolver away* I can't prove it. After all this is a new body, my old one is dead and gone. Even if I showed you my old dog tags, you'd claim I stole them from the body. But maybe this little titbit will help. After all I know for a fact that hardly anyone knew this although maybe he told you. I love him. I'm in love with Revolver Ocelot and I know it's twisted but it's true. And my identity matters to you because you are my brother after all.
āā¦what? If you love Ocelot, you must be more insane than I assumed.ā
ThisĀ revelationĀ only complicated Solidusās viewpoint on this person more. He narrowed his thought and decided she was either mentally unsound orĀ unnaturallyĀ brilliant. Perhaps she really did have feelings for that traitorous son of a bitch, or perhaps this was all part of a long game. An attempt to fool Solidus in some grand fashion.
Could it be that⦠Ocelot was behind this?
Ocelot⦠traitorous, cruel, calculating⦠a man that the perfect clone very much wanted to see dead. Even if, in a warped way, their goals were⦠somewhat similar.Ā
If he was the cause of this deception⦠why? What would he stand to gain?
Or, perhaps he was merely paranoid. Perhaps this woman was merely mad. Either way, he had two options; one would be to dispose of her. It would leave an effective message to her superiors if she was a spy, and it would give Solidus some peace of mind again is she was just a lunatic.
The other would be to monitor her, and perhaps reap more information if she was indeed what Solidus assumed.
The clone scowled. Either option was tricky. Heād have to decide soon.
āI tire of this nonsense. Again, what do you want?ā