[He tries his best to stand- it's difficult. Slippery dry sand under him, clumsy prosthetic, no crutch. But he doesn't want to be so prone on the beach while someone- something -that looks so reminiscent of someone that badly hurt him is speaking cryptically at him.]
I have no idea where the hell this is.
[His voice is still that same tired gravel that Liquid would have known in his youth. Back when he was the White Mamba, or Eli much against his will. Miller's even wearing the Diamond Dogs insignia on his beret.]
Is Cipher behind you, too? [If only he could quite connect the dots, except one really can't be blamed for perplexed reactions to Time Travel.]
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[He tries his best to stand- it's difficult. Slippery dry sand under him, clumsy prosthetic, no crutch. But he doesn't want to be so prone on the beach while someone- something -that looks so reminiscent of someone that badly hurt him is speaking cryptically at him.]
I have no idea where the hell this is.
[His voice is still that same tired gravel that Liquid would have known in his youth. Back when he was the White Mamba, or Eli much against his will. Miller's even wearing the Diamond Dogs insignia on his beret.]
Is Cipher behind you, too? [If only he could quite connect the dots, except one really can't be blamed for perplexed reactions to Time Travel.]