Helping was awkward with one arm hanging dead at his side, but with the contact pins and needles were starting to come in at the tips of his fingers. So when Otacon moved away he set about trying to massage the sensation back into the rest of his hand.
This place was just so completely unreal that Snake wasn't certain he could be truly sure of anything in it, but hearing that voice in particular was definitely tilting it for him.
With his ever brilliant people skills, instead of attempting to say anything reassuring about not being a threat (especially since he probably technically was a threat anyway,) he just asked more firmly.
"Are you Otacon?" Admittedly asking a hallucination if they were a hallucination or not was probably not the smartest approach in the world, but really, throw him in a combat zone and he'd get to work no matter how much trippy bullshit or illusions of friends were involved. This here however is weird, creepy bullshit and he had to actually think about it instead of just doing things.
being Otacon is suffering
This place was just so completely unreal that Snake wasn't certain he could be truly sure of anything in it, but hearing that voice in particular was definitely tilting it for him.
With his ever brilliant people skills, instead of attempting to say anything reassuring about not being a threat (especially since he probably technically was a threat anyway,) he just asked more firmly.
"Are you Otacon?" Admittedly asking a hallucination if they were a hallucination or not was probably not the smartest approach in the world, but really, throw him in a combat zone and he'd get to work no matter how much trippy bullshit or illusions of friends were involved. This here however is weird, creepy bullshit and he had to actually think about it instead of just doing things.