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ALBERT WESKER

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[He's doing what he can; granted, this is the third time he's done this and frankly he does not have enough ammunition to keep doing this. He's honestly grateful when the tremors start up, when they're violent from nearly the moment they start, because he's needing to rely on his goddamn handgun and bringing a Beretta to a fight against god is really never a good feeling.

But eventually the thing moves, and it uproots itself and it leaves, and Wesker is perfectly content to let the adrenaline go and just kind of sink to the ground, because the ground seems like a nice place to be.]

[scythegun]

[Oh good, the thing's finally moving. Jaeger remains standing for a little bit longer, but it's only so he can approach his husband and collapse beside him. Goddamn, he is so tired.]

Well, that was... not nearly as satisfying as it could have been, but at least we drove it off, ja?

[It's no longer in the center of town, and that's good enough for now.]

[manufactured]

More or less.

[Mnngh.]

Are you all right...?

[scythegun]

I'm fine, completely uninjured!

[He laughs a bit once that's out there, though.]

I am tired, however. I think I'm better at fighting in short bursts; I don't really have the stamina for longer battles yet, I suppose.

[Maybe someday that will change, who knows.]

Are you okay? You aren't injured, are you?

[manufactured]

Just tired, I think. My endurance is better than most, but I can't fight forever, either.

[scythegun]

I understand. We can rest here for now! I don't think either of us want to move for a little while, at least.

[manufactured]

Not particularly, no.

[...At least he's honest about it.]

[scythegun]

[It gets him to laugh, anyway.]

We can stay here as long as you want, then!

[He'll lean up against you after a moment.]

Thank you for helping me out with this. I couldn't have done it alone.

[manufactured]

Of course; I wouldn't have wanted you to.

[Oh, that's...comfortable, he's fine with this.]

[scythegun]

[Good, because he doesn't want to move!!]

I know, I promise I won't go rushing into danger! I would never want you to have to worry about me like that.

[manufactured]

I appreciate it.

[God, just...let him sit here and not move for a while.]

I usually didn't fight large monsters like that in my past life, though they obviously existed; I usually watched others do it.

[scythegun]

Really? I suppose I didn't fight anything quite that large either; there was one large monster I encountered, but I didn't fight it.

[thanks, gauche, droite, and yuri and company???]

It's a little overwhelming...

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I suppose the most alarming thing I fought personally was that...thing Sergei became. He broke my ribs a few times.

[scythegun]

That sounds painful... At least you were able to defeat him!

[manufactured]

It wasn't too terrible, or even all that alarming thinking back on it - everything healed quickly enough, and he didn't do it at close range. He rather liked throwing me into the stairs and then asking me if I could get up or if he'd knocked the wind out of me too hard.

[...He actually doesn't sound angry about this? It's not quite affectionate, but this doesn't seem to be a bad thing, as he goes.]

[scythegun]

[Well, it's good that it's not a bad thing...]

He certainly sounds like an... interesting man.

[oh my god what does he do with this]

[manufactured]

He was.

[Mm.]

He's one of the few where I don't think I'd mind it if he were to be on the network as well. He was entertaining.

[scythegun]

I do have to wonder what he'd be like in this life... Well, you never know, maybe he'll show up on the network someday!

[manufactured]

...I think I would prefer Excella being here, if anyone has to be. I don't think she would appreciate anything that happens here, but she deserves better than what she received.

[Talking about her is a bit easier nowadays, at least; he pauses for a moment, though.]

She was twenty-five, you know. When she died.

[scythegun]

Was she? I always thought she was older, somehow.

[Twenty-five, huh... She really didn't deserve that, but knowing she was younger than he'd thought... It's kind of weird, and he Doesn't Like It.

But it is good that Wesker's not as upset talking about her as he used to be. Jaeger takes Wesker's hand anyway.]

I think it would be good for her to be here. Not to deal with all of this or the memories, certainly, but for her to have a different life.

[manufactured]

I think so as well.

[He'll accept Jaeger's hand easily.]

I don't miss her in the same way I do some of the others. But I think about her often.

[scythegun]

I think I can understand that.

[He squeezes Wesker's hand.]

I'm glad you're doing better. I know how difficult it was for you to talk about her some time ago. I think it's good that you still think about her, of course, but it's good that you're doing okay.

[manufactured]

I am, yes.

[...]

I set up something similar to those memorials that were around in November, for some of the people from that world. It's helped somewhat.

[scythegun]

Oh, that's a wonderful idea! I hadn't even considered that, but I can see how that would help! That's a really nice idea, Albert. I think I'll have to borrow it!

[manufactured]

Mine is in the basement. It isn't much, but I've found it good to have it around. It was a bit strange at first, admittedly, but I've gotten used to it.