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[manufactured]

NOAH ISAACS

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

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[scythegun]

I'm sure you'll gain memories of it in time, but that is strange. Usually you have a fairly good idea of what you're looking at.

[manufactured]

I know I was trying to leave the corporation, I just don't understand how anything I was doing was conducive to that.

[scythegun]

I understand that entirely... That's been my experience this entire time. I know I was trying to do something, but I have no idea how I was going to manage that with what I was currently doing. Hopefully more memories will make things clearer...

[manufactured]

It's extremely frustrating. Usually the reasoning behind my actions is surprisingly straightforward, even if the actions themselves are confusing or don't make much sense in the scheme of things - I don't understand why infiltrating a cult was necessary, because there must have been less insipid ways to go about it, but I know I did it because they had something I wanted.

What happened at the mansion, however... I don't see how it joins up.

[scythegun]

I still can't over some of the things you've told me about your past life...

[Infiltrating a cult. Singing opera to leeches... Okay, it's mainly the leeches.]

It really is frustrating, especially because it makes perfect sense in the memory. Then as soon as you look at it, whatever logic was there promptly falls apart. I'm sorry you're stuck dealing with that too; hopefully you'll remember more about it soon.

[manufactured]

Perhaps.

[...]

You still aren't over the leeches in any capacity, are you.

[scythegun]

Not at all.

[manufactured]

It's likely for the best that I didn't try to ask that apparition of Birkin last month if he kept that leech; he apparently wouldn't have known, either.

[Wesker.]

[scythegun]

[For a moment he looks like he can't decide if he should find that amusing or not before he gives in and laughs anyway.]

I honestly wonder what he would have said... "What do you think" perhaps?

[manufactured]

[Good, his sense of humor is just like that.]

That sounds like him, anyway.

[scythegun]

I sort of hope you do remember what he did with that leech someday. But then again, I'm probably not going to like the answer.

[manufactured]

I find it likely that he destroyed it, honestly - he likely got what he wanted out of it and got rid of it. That seemed to be what we did with most things, at any rate.

So it's not a terribly interesting answer, but to my knowledge it's the most likely.

[scythegun]

That's certainly better than him just keeping it around! I can't say I would have been surprised if that had been the answer...

[manufactured]

Well, thankfully after a while I didn't have much to do with the leeches, if anything. Not that Plagas and Uroboros were much better.

[scythegun]

At least it wasn't leeches...

[Though given what he's seen of Uroboros, that's honestly worse.]

[manufactured]

Silver linings, I suppose. Though I've no doubt that Uroboros would have disgusted you if you had interacted with it at all at closer range.

[scythegun]

It probably would have... It didn't exactly look fun from what I've seen of it.

[manufactured]

[Oh, that...]

It wasn't usually massive like that, at least.

[scythegun]

Oh? What did it usually look like?

[manufactured]

[Mm.]

It was usually larger than the average person, which is more or less normal - most mutated things that I recall are. But it wasn't by much. Perhaps eight feet tall at the most, and the result was generally human-shaped, albeit entirely formed out of those tentacle-like masses.

[scythegun]

[...That sounds super gross!]

I see. Why were things different with Excella?

[manufactured]

[...Well, um, if you think that's gross, you're probably not going to like what you're about to be told.]

I threw her out on a deck where I'd left about a hundred or so corpses for her to consume once she was overcome by the virus.

[scythegun]

[..........

he is trying so hard not to say "i see" again, but honestly what are you supposed to do with this]

Well, that's... certainly something, isn't it...

[manufactured]

That's one way of-

[He goes quiet abruptly, his body becoming rather still all of a sudden; his eyes are unfocused, staring blankly at the empty space a few inches in front of his face. It's likely something you're fairly familiar with, the general reaction (or lack thereof) of a person receiving a memory of some sort.

It takes him a moment to shake it off; give him a second, it won't take him too long.]

...Ah. Sorry about that, it... You know how it is.

[scythegun]

[Jaeger hesitates, waiting for Wesker to come out of it before he grips Wesker's hand tightly.]

Ja, I do. What did you remember?

[And perhaps more importantly, are you okay...?]