[...It's...honestly good to keep Wesker from cutting in; he normally doesn't, but that's the sort of thing that he really wants to argue and everyone here likely knows that. He falls quiet again, though, even if he's kind of keeping his gaze low, the gesture obvious even despite the dark glasses he always has on; he's bristling a little bit, but the reaction is more anxious than angry - he doesn't know what to do with this sort of thing, it's not striking him right, and it's making him feel strange and overstimulated, particularly with how deadened his reactions to things have been lately.

After a while, though, he manages to find words, though he still isn't looking at Jaeger when he speaks.]

...I don't have any memories of anyone being genuinely kind to me, back then. Not until I was out of the facility and interacting with normal people; I was in my thirties by then. But before that, there wasn't...anything like that, for as far back as I can remember.