"He was an amazing commander and an amazing man. I loved him very much." He is blunt about it because he's blunt about everything really. He has no shame in those feelings. Just like he has no shame for how much he still sometimes misses his King. "He was a true hero."
He pulls the man back against him and gives Ocelot a sheepish grin. "Do I look like I'm built for stealth? I'm better at being a distraction and the muscle to carry it all. But I still think I would want to try. Because it's what he would do. Is it not what yours would do?" Ocelot's commander or the one he loves...that's left up in the air.
Just for a moment, Ocelot can't help but think of the Boss and John. Likely the situations were completely different, but he'd never quite been one to hold the same level of devotion to his commanders. Though, he supposes, when you have a man like Volgin as your first experience, it's only to be expected.
"My first commander? He'd probably rather see everyone in here running in terror." He's silent for a moment. "But, I knew someone else who'd probably try to eat as much as he could, even if it wasn't edible. He'd gladly help you out if he thought it was a challenge."
So, in a way, he might've answered the question both ways, albeit unintentionally.
Oh, it's exactly like that. It's not platonic feelings of devotion from an underling to a commander that he speaks of. But he's also not ashamed of it. He never will be. Even if he knows it had been against every single military rule.
He gives a chuckle. "I think I'd like that man. Not your commander. The other one. So, I think we have ourselves a mission. For my King and for your friend, let's liberate as much food as we can and deliver it to the people." Well, as soon as they finish their dance.
For a moment, he's silent, looking thoughtful at Reinhardt's suggestion. He can't help but think that it's yet another story to tell John if when he wakes up. He'd leave out the kissing, of course, but as for the rest?
Well, it would definitely be fun. And so, his mouth begins to quirk upwards again, as he smiles in earnest.
"Sounds like a solid plan."
And, he gets to be a good communist as well, redistributing the wealth like that.
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He pulls the man back against him and gives Ocelot a sheepish grin. "Do I look like I'm built for stealth? I'm better at being a distraction and the muscle to carry it all. But I still think I would want to try. Because it's what he would do. Is it not what yours would do?" Ocelot's commander or the one he loves...that's left up in the air.
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Just for a moment, Ocelot can't help but think of the Boss and John. Likely the situations were completely different, but he'd never quite been one to hold the same level of devotion to his commanders. Though, he supposes, when you have a man like Volgin as your first experience, it's only to be expected.
"My first commander? He'd probably rather see everyone in here running in terror." He's silent for a moment. "But, I knew someone else who'd probably try to eat as much as he could, even if it wasn't edible. He'd gladly help you out if he thought it was a challenge."
So, in a way, he might've answered the question both ways, albeit unintentionally.
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He gives a chuckle. "I think I'd like that man. Not your commander. The other one. So, I think we have ourselves a mission. For my King and for your friend, let's liberate as much food as we can and deliver it to the people." Well, as soon as they finish their dance.
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ifwhen he wakes up. He'd leave out the kissing, of course, but as for the rest?Well, it would definitely be fun. And so, his mouth begins to quirk upwards again, as he smiles in earnest.
"Sounds like a solid plan."
And, he gets to be a good communist as well, redistributing the wealth like that.