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Because it's your world. I want to know how it's similar to our world and how it's different. The world I came from is nothing like this one - from what I've gathered, anyway. But yours has places with the same names at the very least. That's fascinating!

[...]

I don't know how interesting you'll find it - at least, the parts I know about. I can tell you a few things about it now, however, if you'll return the favor; just bear in mind that I seem to have been very...sheltered, in ways, until the later parts of my life.

Of course I'll return the favor. I'd like to hear what you know, even if it isn't very much.

From what I remember of the mountains, they seemed mostly normal...? I say "mostly" because of what I was doing there, but they were more or less what you would expect - they were high-elevation and very densely wooded. I liked wandering through the woods when I lived there; it was beautiful, and they were quiet but very full of living things - if there were any large animals that I should have been afraid of, I didn't fear them, and to my knowledge I never came across them. But I remember thinking about the deer that lived there, so I assume there were a good amount of those that I had seen from time to time, and I presume there was a lake of some sort...? I know there were fish.

The mountains had a few large compounds built into them, buried in among the trees. I think it was so they would be difficult to see from above; we didn't like outsiders being there. One of them was a training facility; it's where I was sent with Birkin, briefly after I met him. We stayed there for years; I have a photograph with both of us there, should you want to see it sometime, though it doesn't show much of the place. It looks similar to that mansion we were in, however, in that dream of mine that you saw. I think there was another mansion further down the mountain, though I don't remember much about it, if anything.

I don't recall much about Russia; I seemed to be in another compound there, somewhere that was made with a lot of steel and concrete. If I had to guess, based solely on the person running it, it used to be a Soviet building of some sort. I don't recall much of Brazil either, just being there... And I think I may have seen Antarctica once? It would make sense, but I don't actually know.

[...]

I probably have the most concrete memories of Africa, though I don't know how helpful they'll be.

[Wesker doesn't usually have this much to say without prompting, so this is nice. It seems like he stumbled into a good topic somehow. Jaeger's not about to complain though, he likes listening to Wesker.]

My, it sounds like you traveled all over the world! Antarctica even... That's incredible.

But tell me about Africa! What was that like?

...The reason I think I've seen Antarctica is because one of my memories involved thinking about a family that lived there. I met one of them some time later, and there is still that cold place I can't account for. So it would follow, I think, that I met her there for whatever reason.

[But Africa...hm.]

I was in Africa with Excella - I believe she had assets there that we were utilizing. I don't remember where we were, or much of the surrounding area, but I know there was a series of caves leading in from the ocean. I remember her taking me there once, early on... They were full of jewels embedded in the walls, it was lovely, and while she wasn't really one for the outdoors she enjoyed showing them to me. We decided we would use that cave system as our base of operations - I think the garden I remember was there as well.

There was some sort of...structure that was raised up like an altar of sorts, with several tiers surrounding it. It was massive, circular and made of stone, and the areas inbetween the stone structures were filled with flowers. They were red in color; I've never seen anything like them before, and I don't know what they were called, but they were...important to me, for some reason, I wanted them to be protected.

There were laboratories there with a large observation deck where we would oversee things; she also owned an oil tanker with an airplane hold beneath it, for some reason. There's another place in my memories once in a while that's more similar to a proper residence, another mansion of some sort; it's most likely that we were living there together.

She seemed to be taking care of me in some way; I've remembered her giving me an injection of some sort - I allowed her to do it, as though it were both expected and necessary. I doubt I could have done it myself if it were anything regarding dosage precision; my vision wasn't as far gone as I'd assumed, but by that point fine detail was a bit beyond me.

[You know, it's gotten a lot easier for him to talk about Excella? He doesn't sound unsure of it at all, and though the same fondness that was present when he was talking about Chris in the tunnels isn't quite present, he sounds...almost affectionate about it? This much is all right, it's decent to discuss, even when it comes to more awkward topics like the damn oil tanker (because you've seen her damn oil tanker, whether you realize it or not).

...It's off-topic, discussing her like this, and he isn't entirely sure why he's doing it; maybe it's just something he kind of needs to talk about.]

[He's certainly noticed that we aren't talking about Africa anymore, but he can't say he really minds the topic shift any.]

It sounds like the two of you were close.

[...He doesn't want to leave it at that though. Wesker might be calm about it now, but considering what he did to Excella, this is probably a sensitive topic.]

Do you remember anything else about that? I'm surprised you let someone else help you with something like that, even if your vision wasn't as good as it used to be.

I don't, unfortunately.

[He is considering it, though.]

I didn't care about her back then, I know that much. I was using her, for her resources and her money both. I assume research into Uroboros was obscenely draining.

But it's as I said, we were...highly possessive of each other. Her moreso than me; she wanted to rule with me, over the 'new world' I would be creating. She asked me once if she'd proven herself yet, whether she deserved it or not, and I didn't give her a direct answer.

But I think I was fond of her, in my own way.

[It's weird as hell to think about, honestly? But it's one of the few conclusions he can draw from any of that.]

I don't know for certain, because my memories of that time are strange like that...but I did keep her with me until the very end, apparently, despite the fact that I wouldn't have needed her at that point. I also trusted her with whatever we were doing with that injection, and as I said, I think I was living with her at the time.

And there's also the matter of what I named her; I still don't know what I'm supposed to think, regarding that.

[Well, this topic seems safe enough for now...]

I'm not sure what to make of that either. But with all of that... Ja, I'd say it sounds like you were fond of her, even if it wasn't in the most conventional way.

[He's not really sure what to make of any of that and it probably shows. It's not a bad thing though, it's good that he was able to care about someone like that even if it was... sort of bizarre, really.]

...I think a fair amount of my relationships were like that.

[Like, now that he's thinking about it?]

Several of my memories involve not caring about people, or even overtly declaring that I hate them, and subsequently trying to kill them with varying degrees of success - but my behavior and my reactions to them don't seem to match up with that very well.

[It was like that with Sergei, too, and with Chris, and now with Excella... The only person he treated in any sort of sane manner was that woman from Edonia, he's fairly sure, and that was before the whole loss of humanity thing.]

Who were the others it was like that with? Could it have been you were trying to convince yourself you didn't care?

...No, I don't think that was it.

[He's quiet for a moment, just...thinking about it, but - ]

It's as I told you before, I only had the one halfway normal relationship; everything else was bizarre. I'm sure it will make sense in time, if it's meant to.

[He's not sure why he's avoiding the topic like this; it's something Jaeger deserves to know about, but...not now, they've already dragged his past life into this enough.]

You still owe me information about your world, you know.

[Well, maybe Wesker will want to talk about it at some other point. He's not going to press, instead he'll nod.]

The location I remember most clearly was a city - the top portion of it was built up with stone and looked complete, but I didn't spend a lot of time up there so I couldn't tell you much else. Beneath the city was still under construction, there were tents there for the workers and little of value down there. That location is where I met with Cumore and discussed war, and also where I fought against some meddling kids.

[And their dog. But that makes him sound like some kind of Scooby Doo villain knockoff.]

Aside from that I remember being in my house, though I couldn't tell you what it looked like. I was a bit more focused on the man trying to kill me. There was also a cave, and another city... but I don't remember much about either of them.

[He lifts his shoulders a bit in a shrug.]

I could draw you a map of the world, though I couldn't name specific places. I don't know very much about my world, unfortunately.

[Good lord, Jaeger.]

..."Meddling kids." Really.

[Anyway...]

Why, exactly, was someone trying to kill you?

Good question. I have absolutely no idea! All I know is that he was trying to kill me and those meddling kids showed up for... some reason.

[Seriously, all of his memories are so out-of-context...]

...At least my world did me the courtesy of throwing meddling adults at me, I suppose. Another thing to be moderately grateful for.

Oh, absolutely. I lost a battle to a bunch of kids, which I didn't seem to care about at the time, but that's a bit ridiculous.

That is a shame.

[...He sounds kind of amused, honestly...]

[...]

The dog was there too. I lost to a dog.

[what the fuck was his life.]

[...Oh fucking hell, that's going to get him to stifle a laugh, at least, because wow.]

No wonder you couldn't stand it.

[Good. He's trying not to smirk, okay.]

I wasn't bothered at all at the time, but I have no idea how I managed to take any of them seriously. Between their clothes and everything that dog decided to be, I'm amazed I didn't just start laughing at them and never stop.

Some sort of horrible fashion Objectivism, perhaps - when everyone is dressed terribly, then I suppose no one is.

[Well, that gets him to laugh.]

I've yet to see anything that's quite as bad as Cumore's outfit, but no one looked good.

[...]

You haven't given him any warning at all about that outfit, have you.

[It's not exactly a question; if he knows you at all, of course you haven't.]

Of course not. That's best experienced without any kind of warning whatsoever!

[jaeger.]

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