[When the feed clicked on, it was showing an image of Liquid sitting on what appeared to be the edge of a building.  It was evening, and the sun was in just the right place so that the sky behind him was lit with red and orange, and made his hair blaze like a golden halo around his head.]

[It was all very dramatic and it probably wasn't coincidental ( Read more... )

In the month that Otacon had been back from their world again, five years older and thirty years more jaded, Liquid had been wondering what had gone on during that time that had changed the engineer so much.  He had gotten bits and pieces of the story, vague things that Hal had decided to tell him, but most of it remained a mystery.  Most of it was ( Read more... )