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[Otacon is feeling the pressure of the war that has overtaken the Nexus. He feels there is only one thing that can truly be done to settle this.]

[It feels weird to call out something he created... A nuclear weapon. But if he could adjust the mechanical creation, surely there was a way to maintain peace, without needing to kill anyone.]

[Not that death even mattered here. War was pointless. Why it had been brought down to this went over Hal's head entirely.]

[No one else was trying to maintain peace. No-one. That was what saddened him the most. It seemed as though he was going to have to rise above the situation and take matters into his own hands.]

REX?

_{((ooc: Open to anyone who doesn't want to fight/fellow philanthropists.))}

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To wake you from your dream.

[Nastasha pulls out a cigarette and puts it between her lips. She needs a fucking smoke right now.]

It was that naivete of yours which led you to create that abomination in the first place. Apparently you haven't changed as much as I thought.

[She lights the cigarette and takes a long drag, eyeing Otacon critically as she exhales the smoke]

[He won't admit that the sting of the slap brought tears to his eyes. It's not like he's gotten slapped all that much... if only once in his life. And that was by a woman he would rather not think about.]

_{It's not a dream.}

[Spoken quietly under his breath, he cradles the side of his face, averting his eyes.]

Oh? [As usual, Nastasha has very little- if any- sympathy for Hal.] Then do me the honor of explaining this brilliant strategy of yours to me.

You use Metal Gear to discourage individuals from fighting, and suddenly everyone is in such fear of this weapon that they end this pointless violence and live happily ever after?

When have the people here EVER responded well to threats? Have you given ANY thought to what their reaction to this will be? It is dangerous decisions like these that turn idiotic battles into terrible, ongoing wars.

Using REX will add fuel to the fire. This will only provoke others into finding a greater threat; and THEN what do you think will happen?

[Hal falls silent, at a loss for words at hearing that. He chews on the inside of his bottom lip, his hand falling from his face.]

There are people in this Nexus who are cowering away in fear as this ridiculous war goes on. There are children, and women who have little to no combat skills to defend themselves. Even if you can't die in this place; it's proof enough that people can get hurt.

I have to do something... No one else is even attempting to prevent the combat from occuring.

[He balls his fists.] If I ended up 'dying', or being hurt... I'd rather do it knowing I wasn't the coward this time. That I didn't just leave it to someone else to clean up.

[Hal turned away.] I can get REX to do what I want. He'll listen to me... He'll listen to any of us 'Hal Emmerich's.

.....I see.

In the beginning, this was a small war fought with information and espionage.

Soon after that, it became much more real. A massive power-struggle- fought with brute force resulting in deaths and injuries.

What you're doing now is bringing this war to a whole new level. Things can only get worse from here.

[She turns in the opposite direction.] If this is what Philanthropy has become, I refuse to have any part in it. Consider this my resignation.

[Nastasha walks off]

I don't want to add to the violence. I refuse to do that... All I want is to create peace, of sorts. Going in there as one man won't cut it... And if REX is with us, then we'll all be safe.

_{I don't even know if what I have planned would even work, but...}

I can't sit around and watch this happen in front of me.

[His head lifts, and he stares at Nastasha, watching her leave.]

_{I'm sorry.}

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