Everything is on the table, laid out so neatly and succintly...so brutally...that Hal crumples to his knees in shock. One look back at Dave...his beautiful, strong, unflappable Snake...and he knows that every word out of her speakers is the pure, unabashed truth.
"I was trying to protect her...I loved my father, he didn't deserve that...Julie, she made me do it, I had no choice...my body betrayed me...and my mind did too..."
He looks down at his hands, having trouble making them out through the haze of tears threatening to stream down his cheeks.
"Otacon...tch! Being Otacon, that was the start of all this. I thought I could make the world a better place. Thought I could design something so symbolic, so iconic and heroic, that nobody would want to stand against it. Not because they were afraid of it...but because they idolized it, like I did the robots in my manga. I was just trying to do right...and when I did, I got it all wrong."
He fishes in his pocket and comes up with the scalpel he harvested off the cyborg Snake had shot.
"...all wrong...everything I did, everything I touched..."
He looks at the knife longingly, the pale flourescent light glinting off it, its reflection shining off his tears. A distant look smoulders in his eyes...longing? Pain? Peace? A little of all three.
"Maybe...maybe the only way to do right...is make sure I won't get a chance to mess it up again."