You'd been sitting on the couch, he sat between your legs while leaning back against you. The TV played one of his Japanese animes quietly, you weren't paying much attention till he paused it and glanced at you over his shoulder. Mulling over how his work had been used to create Metal Gear, a death machine. He had a hand in the deaths of hundreds and he couldn't help but feel like maybe he should have died on Shadow Moses. Eventually just asking quietly: "Would you say I'm a bad person?"