Dammit, dammit, dammit! What was Otacon supposed to do, who was he supposed to follow?! His hands went to his head--no, he couldn't block this out, he couldn't. Otacon had to make a choice...

...it had to be Liquid. Someone needed to keep him in check, and Otacon had done we enough so far. Taking a deep breath, he looked from Asimov to Kotai; the sheep tugged on his hakama as if to pull him along, and the cobra at his side gave him a reassuring squeeze around the waist.

"...right. Let's go."

Recalling them both, he followed after Liquid.