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NOAH ISAACS

Albert Wesker. Pharmaceutical Research and Development. This surely won't end poorly.

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[scythegun]

[Of course it isn't long before he looks up and some part of him isn't really surprised by the words he finds there.

I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you when you needed it. I think it's good you didn't send me those texts, though. I don't know how I would have handled them.]

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[It's hardly your fault we were sent to separate locations like that. And I doubt I would have told you any of that even if we were in the same place besides.]

[scythegun]

[I know, but... I want to feel like there was something I could have done. I know there wasn't.]

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[The text that happens after that is immediate.

Stop trying to take responsibility for me.]

[scythegun]

[I'm not trying to take responsibility for you, I just want to help.]

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[You don't have to. If you have so much confidence in my ability to handle things, it's not necessary.]

[scythegun]

[I do, but I don't know what else to do with myself. I didn't realize it would bother you. I can try to tone it down.]

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[I don't know why it's bothering me in the first place.]

[scythegun]

[I've been told I can be a little smothering at times, so perhaps that's it? It hasn't been a concern in quite some time so I haven't really given it much thought, but the last thing I want to do is drive you away when I'm just trying to help.]

[manufactured]

[There are several reasons why I don't tell you everything, and that sort of reaction is one of them.

Again, it's unbelievably blunt, and he shifts a bit as the thought becomes visible, though at least he doesn't seem overly agitated.]

[scythegun]

[I'm still not sure I understand why, if you want me to be honest.

This is probably the longest Jaeger's ever gone without breaking the silence, but this method of communication is actually forcing him to talk about things he wouldn't normally talk about, so there's that?]

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[Because you don't seem to understand that I don't want you to do anything about it. I don't need constant reassurances or attempts to take care of me or insisting that there must be something you can do - I don't want that sort of thing, and bluntly put I don't ever know what to do with it because no one has ever treated me like that before - and that's probably not something you needed to know because that's the sort of thing that tends to make people upset for whatever godforsaken reason, but it isn't like I can do anything about it now.

Either way, I've remembered some particularly disturbing things and I don't really care to have to deal with you lamenting the fact that you can't make my life better for me on top of everything else. I don't want sympathy, I don't want assertions that you would fix everything if you could or that you feel sorry for me - honestly, I don't know what I do want, outside of perhaps for you to believe me and leave it alone when I tell you that you're doing enough for me.

I can take care of myself. I'm not a child, and I don't need anyone else looking after me. I'll be fine.]

[scythegun]

[Okay. I'll do my best not to express anything like that to you from now on. I can't say that I'll stop because I know I won't. But I can at least keep that to myself. I didn't realize it was bothering you this much. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to irritate you with it.]

[manufactured]

[I understand that some of the things I tell you worry you. And that you seem to think that I'm not telling you something important today - I noticed some of your thoughts to that effect earlier.

I really will be all right, however.]

[scythegun]

[I know you will. Regardless of what you're dealing with, you'll be fine. I really do believe that, even if it doesn't seem like it at times.]

[manufactured]

[Good.

There's a pause once that's out there, devoid of either speech or text, though he does seem to be considering something; whatever it is, it seems his thoughts are content to stay to himself for the time being.]

...I'm not angry with you. Surely you know that.

[It's quiet but it's out there, anyway. More verification than anything else.]

[scythegun]

I do. I like to think I'd be able to tell if you were truly mad at me.

[It's light, but not as light as he usually gets. He's still being serious even if he is trying to lift the mood a little.]

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[Well, for what it's worth, it does seem to work.]

I should hope so, by now.

[scythegun]

It'd just be a little depressing otherwise, ja?

[He's relaxed a good deal by now, though he's not entirely sure when he got so tense in the first place.]

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Oh, it definitely would. I haven't spent this much time with you for nothing, after all.

[This really does feel...better somehow, now that words have been used; it's still slightly awkward, maybe, but not altogether bad.]

[scythegun]

Of course! You'd have every right to be annoyed with me if I couldn't read something like that!

[It's good that we've worked that out, even if it did require displaying our thoughts for it!!]

[manufactured]

[So maybe the whole thought-displaying thing won't be so bad- ...no who is he kidding it's going to fucking suck, but at least we got that out of the way.]

For reference's sake, I'm not hiding anything terribly important or life-changing from you. I've noticed more minor physical changes, but nothing to indicate that the condition I told you about earlier is going downhill. If anything, they seem to be purely cosmetic in nature.

[...And apparently he'll actually talk about things if you let him chill a little and do it on his own time. Who the fuck knew.]

[scythegun]

[Wow, look at that!!]

I'm glad to hear that. I'm curious about what kind of cosmetic changes they are, admittedly.

[But he'll just leave it at that and not press any further.]

I received another memory fairly recently, though it doesn't do much to explain anything.

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Scarring, actually.

[...Well, all right, then.

That said, however...]

What sort of memory are we talking...?

[scythegun]

[Scarring, huh... That's interesting. He's curious and wants to ask more about it, but he figures it's probably not that important. Wesker doesn't seem bothered by it, anyway.

As for the memory...]

It was very brief. I was dressed up as that other man in this memory as well, but this time I was talking to an unfamiliar woman. Apparently I have an interest in archaeology, who knew! The man I was disguised as apparently excavates dig sites instead of just supervising them, which she seemed impressed by.

[So that tells him... absolutely nothing important.]