Of course. I imagined it would be better to have someone here - I don't know what you could possibly hear out here, but it's likely not going to be pleasant.
[...That said, though...]
I don't hear anything related to mine anymore, for reference.
That's good! I'm glad. Hopefully you don't hear anything else.
[But he'll be right here if you do, and he's sure he can ignore whatever issues this brings up to help you instead. He's always been good at avoiding his problems.
Speaking of his problems, there's a sudden gust of wind and with it, a quiet whisper.
...I think I'm just hearing things. It was probably just the wind.
[That's what he's trying to convince himself, anyway. He has a feeling he knows what this is about just from that alone, and he doesn't like it. But maybe he's mistaken...?
The red mark on his chest lances outward, a single trail leading out and down in the direction of his heart. It doesn't hurt so he doesn't notice it, but that's probably not a good sign.]
[Okay, he is...not sure if he should draw attention to that or not, but he's more interested at the moment in seeing if anything else is said. He didn't hear it properly himself, but at least he's aware of it enough to be listening for it now. It wasn't something for him, he knows that much.]
[They won't have to wait long for the voices to pick up again, this time echoing around without any wind to potentially hide what they're saying.
"You never were strong enough, were you?" "There isn't anything you can do, so you pretend everything is fine. Is it really fine?" "You've always been weak, you just pretend you aren't. Everything's an act with you." "You can't handle this. Deep down you know that, don't you?" "It's just a matter of time before you break, isn't it?" "You ran away last time. How long before you run away this time?"
Jaeger's gone pale by the time the voices begin to fade out as the wind picks up again.]
...Come on, let's go.
[Before he turns back toward civilization, a second thin red line makes its way upwards toward his right shoulder.]
[He reaches out, taking Jaeger by the hand as though to keep him in place; he's...fast, unnaturally so, but he's trying not to be too harsh about it at least.]
Don't...panic, or get upset about it, but it's spreading.
[Jaeger doesn't try to pull away, but he looks momentarily torn. He doesn't want to be here any longer, he really wants to leave, but he always does like physical contact even if it's something this small, so...
Wesker's words get him to glance down at the red mark and he inhales sharply. Don't panic or get upset about it... Easier said than done.]
...Ah.
[And for a moment that's all he says while he tries to find words that don't blatantly disregard what's happening. He wants to ignore it, to go back to town and pretend this never happened, but apparently that's not going to happen.]
...It'll be fine, ja? It'll vanish soon enough.
[That gets a matching mark to spread out to his right shoulder. Jaeger's grip tightens on Wesker's hand as it happens, though it still isn't painful. It's just startling to watch.]
[Oh come on, couldn't you just let him get away with it...]
It's just something I've been thinking about sometimes.
[He really, really doesn't like lying to you (and being called out on it) but he really doesn't want to talk about this either. It's okay, it's fine. He isn't that worried about it, right? Right.
...Just give him a second to catch his breath before we keep going, the pain's getting worse.]
[He'll stop, then, reaching out to run his free hand through Jaeger's hair; he's aware that he may have crossed some sort of line, but...]
Whatever you hear, if there's anything else, will probably make it sound much worse than it is. I was told a good amount about how I tortured Jill and Excella for nothing, and about how I was apparently just willing to let everyone here be used in the same way the old man used me. How I need to save all of you and make it up to them.
You may hear more while we're still here, and I have no doubt this is upsetting you, but whatever's being said likely isn't an accurate reflection.
[His words are calm as ever; it helps that he's gone through this before. He isn't pushing for Jaeger to tell him for now, just...trying to calm him down.]
[No, you haven't crossed any lines. If anything, it's a good move, and Jaeger leans into it almost immediately. He's looking somewhere off to the side because he can't get himself to look at Wesker right now, but he does appreciate the hair-playing.
His hand is still on his chest and his grip tightens a bit at that.]
No, it's... They're right. What those voices are saying is true. I've always been the sort to run away from my problems or hide everything. I'm even trying to do it right now, aren't I?
...I don't really know how to deal with my problems. I never really had to when I was younger. With enough money, you can make most of your problems disappear. I've never had issues like this before.
[The pain lessens a bit, at least, though he doesn't let go of his jacket.]
[He really doesn't want to talk about it and the hesitation's longer this time. But eventually he speaks, because he really can't keep anything from Wesker for long.]
...Retrospec's... everything, really. I have enough trouble handling my own memories, but I'm mostly worried about everything you're stuck dealing with. You have to deal with these terrible memories and I'm only hearing about them and still I have problems. I don't know what to say or do. I don't know how to help. And I'm worried that... that I won't be able to keep up, that I won't be able to handle everything you're telling me and then you'll just... stop telling me things entirely because it's too much for me.
But it's not, I promise. I can handle it, it's not that big of a deal—
[He winces as another line radiates outward from the central mark, but that doesn't get him to stop. He's speaking a bit too fast now, but it's important to get all the words out, because he can't have Wesker believing that he's too weak for this.]
I'll do better, I'll stop worrying so much. It's just something stupid that bothers me occasionally, but it's really not— not that big of a deal.
[Some of the already existing lines deepen, with smaller ones branching off from them. It's definitely not helping with the pain, but a little pain is nothing compared to actually admitting his problems and addressing them.]
[...Okay. Okay, just...let him tighten his grip on Jaeger's hand a bit, trying to give him something else to focus on, to get his thoughts to settle a little.]
I'll admit I'm concerned sometimes about how much I put on you. Not because I don't think you can handle it, precisely, but because...well, as I've said, it's unfair to you. You don't know how to help because there often isn't any way to help; you don't know what to say or do because no one would, in your situation.
[...]
I'm not normal, Jaeger. I don't process things the same way most people do. I think it's likely you've noticed that by now.
[The weird fearlessness, the fact that he almost never gets upset or angry, the inability to understand certain social cues. The lack of a reaction that isn't purely rational to being told something like this, even.]
I don't tell you things sometimes because I know they'll hurt you in a way that they don't hurt me. It has nothing to do with whether I think you can handle it.
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