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NOAH ISAACS

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

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[ While Lucian has heard and guessed that some people developed differently from their other selves, the same could not be said for his own experience. Willingly or not, he had found himself backsliding into Lord Light's mentality. He lacked the deity's millennial-long wisdom, but the carefulness and lack of emotion had slowly took hold.

He can only hope others are different. ]

Do you feel yourself starting to become that past? If not, I would think you would be safe from it for the time being.

[ The man leans back, choosing to let out the slightest of sighs ]

They can't possibly expect us to assume our old roles.

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...It's difficult to say whether I do or not. It doesn't strike me as the sort of thing that would happen all at once, simply due to the nature of it; I can't say for certain whether it's something I can really know until it's already happened.

[Which is...frustrating, really, but so it goes.]

Do you find your own previous role to be distasteful, or...?

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[ Uncertainty, the lack of a definite will bound by the limitations of the flesh... all the weakness of humans.

Or at least, that was what his old self might have said. Lucian pushes away the thought, looking up. ]

Difficult.

[ One who judged with omniscient wisdom, a burden far too heavy. ]

It would be impossible for me to assume my old role. One of the prerequisites was wisdom far beyond a human's lifetime.