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Believe me, I would have preferred that over recalling the Russian masochist and someone who uses armed combat as a casual greeting.

Between them and the fellow who wandered off with the giant leech, apparently my taste in coworkers was...questionable.

That's the nice way of putting it! I can't imagine working with people like that. Though I suppose my own taste in coworkers wasn't exactly ideal either if that blue-haired man is anything to judge by.

Blue-haired man...?

[No, really, now he's curious.]

Ja, he's the one I was working with and selling weapons to, apparently. His entire personality was unlikable at best and he somehow managed to be more obnoxious than me even for just the short amount of time I remember. His outfit was terrible too. I'll have to draw it for you sometime, though I doubt you'll actually believe it when you see it.

[...are we talking about cumore and his boob window or is there someone dressed even more stupidly than that]

He sounds...unique, to put it gently.

[Another line of text makes itself known then; once again, it's brief, but it's there.

If he was managing to annoy even you, "unique" is understating it.]

[it's cumore and his boob window, no one else is quite that stupidly-dressed

That text actually gets him to respond aloud without thinking about it.]

Hey!

[It's only once that exclamation is out there that it occurs to him that this is the second time this has happened and it's kind of weirding him out.]

Do you see that?

[He points at the text.]

[...It dissipates shortly after Wesker's attention is drawn to it, but he does catch a glimpse of it, yes- ]

...I've seen it on you, too. Earlier, shortly after you came in.

What is it? I've never seen anything quite like that before.

[Okay, so he's got an idea of what it is, but if that really is what Wesker's thinking then that's all kinds of bizarre.]

That's a good question.

[That had best not be broadcasting everything he's thinking - ]

Is this the first time you've seen it...?

No, I saw it earlier too.

[...Hmm.]

Nothing interesting has happened to you over the past few days, correct?

[If he asks about it again will he get the text to appear?]

...Nothing terribly unusual.

[...Well, the text does appear, though it's probably not saying anything Jaeger wants.

Do you really think that was subtle?]

I wasn't going for subtle, I just wanted to see if it would work!

[And it did, so HAH.]

Is it displaying what you're thinking?

[That's absolutely not a good sign.]

[...Interesting.]

It...seems it, yes.

[I mean, it's kinda rude but at the same time he isn't sure what you expected.]

[Not this?? Definitely not this, holy shit.]

Well, that's... new. I suppose this weekend's going to be interesting, ja?

[That's the nice way of putting it...]

...That's likely the polite way of wording it.

[Ugh, this is going to be inconvenient, isn't it.]

How long do you think this will last?

[He could always come over next weekend... No, he's here now and he wants to stay. A little bit of mind-reading isn't going to change that.]

I've no idea - I've noticed a few strange sound-based things over the past few days, but this one is new.

[...God, and Jaeger wanted to discuss some particularly unpleasant topics with him - ]

This isn't going to impact anything, regarding this weekend. If that's what you're concerned about.

...Are you sure?

[I still want to know about your past, but this could pose a problem.]

[Oh, that's...]

...I'll be fine. It doesn't bother me to talk about it.

[...He doesn't seem aware that he's answering the thought rather than the question specifically, but that is distracting, all right.]

[Oh. That's. Hmm. He's not sure how he feels about Wesker responding to his thoughts instead of what he actually said. It's sort of unnerving? But it does get right to the point, which is helpful.]

Only if you're sure. I wouldn't want to press you into talking about it.

[Though if Wesker really didn't want to talk, he wouldn't talk.]

I did tell you that I would. I can't promise that I can tell you everything, depending on what you want to know, because there's a fair amount that I don't remember. But it's as I've said - you already know enough that I see no harm in telling you the rest.

[I trust you with it.]

[Oh, that's... really nice to see.

Thank you.]

What happened, then? Before you were adopted by your father, I mean.

Most of my early memories are...strange. It's likely that I was brought here from another country at some point, because there's no information regarding who I could have been stateside - so it was assumed by the authorities that I likely came from somewhere else. I don't know for sure, myself.

I know I spent a lot of time in cars and hotels, with a man I don't remember very well. My earlier memories all involve that sort of thing - the knowledge that we couldn't stay in one place very long, that we had to keep moving before we were found. [That I had to stay quiet, or everything would go to hell and it would be my fault. That he'd make sure I'd stay quiet if I didn't do it on my own - ]

He wasn't very kind to me - [hit me until I was unconscious or shut up, whichever came first, said that it would be my fault if something bad happened to me, told me I would be taken away and never see my family again] - but he seemed to want to keep me around for some reason I'm sure only he understands. [I think he was my biological father? That would make sense... Either way, he got what he wanted, eventually, after a while the reactions he didn't like stopped and so did the fear.

He glances upwards at that, to check to see if the text is still there; if his thoughts are going to keep presenting themselves...well, it's easier that way than trying to explain it.

I don't know what happened after that, exactly. He just disappeared one day. Perhaps he was arrested for something else, perhaps he picked a fight with the wrong person, perhaps he finally drank himself to death. I don't know, and I don't care.

I don't remember where we were staying at the time that he vanished - I think it was some sort of apartment. I just know I was alone for six days. I was five years old. The authorities found me eventually. They took me into the system and renamed me because they couldn't find any information on me or where I had come from, and I couldn't tell them. I continued to be unable to speak for about five years after that. It was well after I was adopted, at any rate.]

[Jaeger finds himself glancing up when the first text appears and soon enough he's waiting for the next thought without realizing it. It's not that he's not listening to Wesker; quite the opposite, really. He's absolutely captivated.

Occasionally his own thoughts appear, though they're usually along the lines of Oh my god or why wasn't he caught or even I'm so sorry, Albert, nothing of any substance that really adds to Wesker's story but appears briefly as Wesker's thoughts keep going.

This explains a lot.]

I can only imagine what that must have been like. I'm sorry to hear all of that. I think I understand you a bit better now.

[At the very least he understands why Wesker goes quiet, especially during something like that incident with that monster.]

[He notices Jaeger's thoughts as they crop up, but they're brief and not anything that he finds distracting; he...really does seem fine despite the subject matter, if a bit quieter than he usually is.]

...As I've said. It's fine now, and it isn't as though I remember it very well besides.

[There's another pause, before -

It's good that you understand; it's important to me, that means a great deal. Thank you.]

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