[Okay. If he were dead maybe Snake wouldn't be laughing. Or maybe he would. Once he sees Ocelot move, however, he knows he'll not have the opportunity to find out.
With half a mind to either kick Ocelot's gun away, or to step on it, something in him refrains and instead, he chooses to wait. It's like dinner and a show.
And then Snake, while not trusting, has just a sliver of compassion. He leans over just enough to offer a hand down to Ocelot, meant to help pull him to his feet, not push his face into the ground.]
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With half a mind to either kick Ocelot's gun away, or to step on it, something in him refrains and instead, he chooses to wait. It's like dinner and a show.
And then Snake, while not trusting, has just a sliver of compassion. He leans over just enough to offer a hand down to Ocelot, meant to help pull him to his feet, not push his face into the ground.]