I'm sure. I'm more asking through morbid curiosity, anyway.
[...Ah, speaking of.]
Although I am curious about physical changes that may ensue, after what you've told me. Either that, or any other potential "gifts" from Retrospec.
[I mean there's the guy with the demon arm and whatever the hell happened to Elda's eyes, he would not be surprised if you're gifted with some sort of magical...thingo eventually.]
At this rate, I'm expecting a gun eventually. I seemed quite partial to the one I was using to shoot the...that. Lisa.
[who the fuck fights abominations like that with a handgun, jesus christ.]
Unfortunately, I don't recall any other helpful details about the incident, other than that it happened, and perhaps that I spent entirely too much time in large mansions for some reason.
If it was a proper haunting, it wasn't a very thorough job - I killed her eventually, or at least I seemed content in the knowledge that she would die after what was done to her.
I wonder why she was in a mansion of all places... How did she turn into a monster in the first place? Let me know if you remember anything more about that, ja?
[...Yeah, all right, he can see where that sort of question is awkward now, goodness.]
I can't say for sure because I don't remember anything beyond what I've told you, but what happened to the old man was in a large, rather opulent space as well - I didn't see the rest of the building, but it seems to fit the assumption that I really needed to stop spending time in places like that.
Oh dear. You really do need to stop spending so much time in places like that! Of course it's only fitting that you have a large mansion now! Maybe this one won't have any deaths or monsters in it.
[...well, except your helldogs, but he's not actually going to say it.]
Precisely! And you're absolutely not the sort to let anything interfere with your work! Why, if there was something like that roaming around in your basement, I imagine it'd already be dead simply because you couldn't stand the idea of it messing with your work!
[It's a wonderful clear day, the sun is shining, and Silver... Silver starts knocking on Wesker's door, since it's been about a month since he last checked to see if the guy keeled over or not.]
Hey, open up! I didn't bring any friends this time!
[...He still has his Totodile around, of course, but he's finally starting to learn about the convenience of the damn ball he showed up in. It's a damn shame, too, since he also brought two super soakers that he... Probably didn't just borrow from someone's lawn, maybe, and spraying water is sort of his little buddy's forte, but oh well.]
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