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[An Otacon is sat in the Philanthropy offices. He's not consumed by the computer for once. Instead, he has various sheets of paper surrounding him, all fanned out and ready to be used as a keen source of information. The fact that him and

legendarysolid have been led to believe that Big Boss was planning something provoked an eager wish to find out more, to see if their hunch was true.]

[In the dark vicinity of the room, Otacon mutters to himself, his cup of coffee going untouched and cooling by the second.]

So far, the blueprints seem to be making up a vehicle of sorts. I'd be concerned about a Metal Gear in process, but it looks too focused on a cockpit rather than a robot built on such a large scale.

[He pencils something on the blueprints.] I guess he could be misleading us on purpose but why would he do that so far in advance? _{More of a replica of a tank than anything else... Or maybe a helicopter without the propellas.}

[He huffed out a sigh, removing his glasses. His eyes were starting to hurt from the intensity of his work pace. Anyone that knew Otacon would understand his dedication to his work. It would take a lot to persuade him to stop, but you can try.]

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But he... He caught us...

He knew that we were having an affair.

[He shook gently, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes.]

... why do you think I fought with him? [It actually hasn't happened for her yet, but she knows how she'd react if he found out.]

Why did you fight?

[He seems to have been drawn back to that younger, naive state, too caught up in guilt and pain to focus on the reality of the situation.]

Because he wasn't there. Emotionally, physically... I w- I blamed him for driving me into the arms of another, that if he had been a better husband... and I was wrong. So wrong.

_{I'm sorry.}

[He fumbled his hands into his lap, wishing he had known this, to try and help them out. Maybe then, Huey would still be alive.]

If I had been a better wife, a better mother... if I had been smart, it wouldn't have happened. And to think, in my idiocy, I had thought the worst he'd do was divorce me. I hadn't thought I would drive him to-

It was my fault, too. We were both so lonely.

It will never excuse what I did.

We can't changed what's happened in the past. All we can do is move forward.

I have a new life now. A little harrowing, but it's stable.

The men, Liquid Snake and David... they're very protective of you. I... can't help but be glad you have people that love you that much.

Liquid?

[A flash of horror touches his face.] I've never been friends with him... I never would be. Not after what he did.

--And what do you mean 'love'?

Snake and I are just friends. [He looked at Julie accusingly, wondering where she was going with this.]

[blinks a little at him, blankly] There was a man that threatened me if I hurt you, a blond man. By the name of Liquid Snake. And an older man, similar, called himself David.

And- there were Hals that... claimed to love them.

[Otacon looks at her dizzingly. He sinks further in his chair, grasping his stomach as it pangs in pain.]

W-Well, I'm not like them. The last person I loved was a woman, and Snake--

_{Snake killed her.}

[He turned away, facing the computer screen coldly.]

... [all she could think of was to hug him. And she knew how bad an idea that was] Hal...

[Hal's shoulders trembled slightly.] ... Please just...

_{Just leave.}

... I'm so sorry. [leaves]

[Hal's chest tightened when he heard the door close behind Julie. He curled up on the desk, trembling to himself in the darkness of the office.]

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