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Nov. 5th, 2012 04:13 pmThey say 'the apple never falls far from the tree.' That one's got something to do with family and where you come from influencing you.
But what if the tree's on a hill? Maybe it will fall nearby, but it doesn't have to stay there. If it's something like that, the apple could roll as far as it wanted to. You can't really help what family you're born into and how, but it's up to you whether or not it makes a difference. An apple can only fall off a tree once, but it can travel anywhere after that.
What do you think? Does the kind of family someone's born into really determine anything about them?
[Otacon sighed as he sent the message--there was no way Liquid could ignore something like that. Fine with him, that was the whole point. Just like it had been the first time around, someone had to stop him from doing stupid things around here. Otacon couldn't control him--really, who could control Liquid Snake--but he could keep an eye on the soldier and make sure he didn't start more trouble than was necessary.]
[He stood outside the Goldenrod hotel, Pokegear in hand, and simply waited, the Chatot perched on his shoulder whistling softly and ruffling her feathers.]
But what if the tree's on a hill? Maybe it will fall nearby, but it doesn't have to stay there. If it's something like that, the apple could roll as far as it wanted to. You can't really help what family you're born into and how, but it's up to you whether or not it makes a difference. An apple can only fall off a tree once, but it can travel anywhere after that.
What do you think? Does the kind of family someone's born into really determine anything about them?
[Otacon sighed as he sent the message--there was no way Liquid could ignore something like that. Fine with him, that was the whole point. Just like it had been the first time around, someone had to stop him from doing stupid things around here. Otacon couldn't control him--really, who could control Liquid Snake--but he could keep an eye on the soldier and make sure he didn't start more trouble than was necessary.]
[He stood outside the Goldenrod hotel, Pokegear in hand, and simply waited, the Chatot perched on his shoulder whistling softly and ruffling her feathers.]