[Solidus had heard the voices from a distance, and saw the faint light flickering out though the doorway. Hearing the pleading voice, the sharp sound of something striking against flesh, the mocking, taunting voice...]

[Solidus had already been angry. He'd been angry at himself, angry at Raiden, angry at the world in general. Now that anger, stirring and rising inside of himself, came to bear. He stood in the doorway, taking in the sight in front of him. Otacon, bleeding, begging, terrified and in pain...]

That's interesting... [There is the faint sound of steel as he draws the P90, spinning it in his hand.]

Now where do you want to be shot first?

[Without waiting for a response, he fires at the hand holding the knife, intent on piercing it straight through and making him drop it.]