So Hades offered to kill the remaining men in his place. That would likely be the best he could get from Hades. And with just one more room, Keaton would have to get it together so he could wallow later. Keaton wiped his tears as he got up. "You're right," he said quietly. If machines can adapt- and he works with such machines all the time- he, too, would need to. He pulled out the laser from its large holster on his side. The weapon was small enough to fit in a holster along his back, but large enough to cause some burden as he moved. Keaton pulled it out and placed his hand in the hollow portion along the bottom. (OOC: Think like Mega Man's blaster-ish)
It was surprisingly light- that was why he didn't realize it earlier. After pulling a switch along the rail, it faintly light and emitted a low, pulsing hum. "R&D had better have made this versatile," Keaton mumbled. Shots along the arm and legs should be damaging enough, Keaton thought. The only way to deal maximum damage, though, would be to aim for the head. Like a machine, prepped for re-optimization, Keaton dropped his moral for playing this safe. The Pillar lit up in his mind as this happened. This was its gift to him. He need not sidestep the fact he was a freak of nature. Just like that, Keaton bucked up, opened his eyes, and walked forward. His voice tightened.
"I turn the power off. Immediately after, the final room is to be breached. With this laser, I can aim for any non-armored patrols, vaporizing them. Gunfire and shots from this laser will leave me enough light in the room to know exactly where everyone is. You do not need light, so attack as you will." This mental transformation left Keaton without hate, nor love. He became a machine, acting on pure logic and mentality. The only limits were his physical stature.
Keaton pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and all the lights shattered, pulsing with as much energy as the building could rush into them. (OOC: Imagine this scene takes place in a very short time: a minute, if that)