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NOAH ISAACS

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

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Perhaps.

[...]

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

[scythegun]

Not at all.

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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?

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[...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...

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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...?]

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...My vice-captain, from S.T.A.R.S. - his name was Enrico Marini. He was in the mansion with us that night.

I remembered shooting him. Fatally.

[scythegun]

...Ah.

[Well, so much for hoping that maybe Wesker didn't kill the others... it's still possible that he didn't kill them all, but this doesn't look good...]

Do you remember what happened leading up to that or was it just... something that happened?

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[He has to think about it for a moment.]

...I don't have much context for why it happened. I simply know that it did. It was in one of the underground laboratories; I think he was trying to tell Chris something. So I found a spot where I wouldn't be seen, and I shot him.

[scythegun]

Did you think it was necessary? Was it because of what he was going to tell Chris?

[manufactured]

[God, he doesn't like thinking about this, but he knows it's important; just...give him a moment.]

...It was necessary. I don't know if it was because of what he was saying, it was very disjointed. But it was...necessary, yes.