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Perhaps it would.

[It's just...]

I'm not interested in refusing to find answers; this is just a bit...much, for the time being.

[He still doesn't know what to do with any of this, if he should be doing anything at all; it's...]

I'll...come up with something, I'm sure. But for the time being, I... This only happened yesterday.

-- Oh. Oh, right, no, of course I- that was me jumping ahead.

[ Wesker's always liked rationality, and so she sort of fell into that mode in order to try to calm her own racing heart and her mind going a million ways at once. And now, finally, she lurches forward to take his hands. ]

I'm sorry, Albert. That's... you didn't deserve this.

[He's not sure whether it's the attempt at contact or the words that strike him wrong first; he pulls back before she can take his hands, the movement fluid but abrupt, and he's shaking his head a bit before he responds properly, agitated.]

I still don't see how any of you can say that.

[He doesn't like it, he doesn't want this, but he's still fairly sure it's deserved.]

Because that's something I believe.

[ It's really just... that simple, really. But okay, if he won't allow it she'll take her hands back, maybe only slightly put out. Really though, her eyes too betray her, they ended up in cat mode as a result of that moment. ]

[...He hesitates briefly at that, but not for long.]

It's still not a belief I can agree with.

Even if that's the case, that don't change my own belief.

If you want me to be blunt, I would be disappointed if your beliefs were swayed so easily.

[ And she... actually laughs at that. She's not sure how much of that is tension and how much of it is that being genuinely amusing, but she does laughing, eventually leaning back, throwing her head back in the chair a little as the chuckles die off. ]

That's true! It would be bad if I could be thrown off by something like that!

I imagine one of us will be proven right in our convictions eventually; I'm certain Jaeger would be pleased if it were you.

[He tends to argue what he deserves and what he doesn't with Jaeger a lot, it tends to upset him, Wesker still doesn't entirely understand why.

Just the same, though...]

Perhaps I wouldn't mind that outcome, either, in the end.

[Because what he wants and what he believes he deserves are two separate matters.]

I'm sure he would. [ Still, that's... honestly, to think that the two of them discuss this (of course they did) she feels a sudden sympathy for Jaeger. Man that's got to suck.

Oh well... ]

Actually though if it only happened yesterday, do you need someone to examine you for injuries?

[ Apart from the whole... dead thing... ] Or does it compensate for that?

That's actually one of the benefits to being like this that I've seen - my body's ability to regenerate and heal itself has been greatly enhanced, if I even manage to be injured in the first place.

Apparently it's rather difficult to kill that which is already dead.

[And that's...dry, but not particularly troubled-seeming.]

The injury that killed me healed itself in a matter of minutes; I've also discovered that I can withstand gunshots with no actual significant injury or damage, short of some pain from the percussive impact.

[...He figured that last one out exactly as one would expect he did.]

... Why did you test that, Albert.

[ Wow ]

Because I suspected it would be fine. Even if it wasn't, the worst that would happen would be dying again, and somehow that doesn't seem as daunting the second time..

That's still bad?!

[ Oops she sort of snapped that out with naked surprise. ]

[...jesus um]

Well...yes, probably?

You can't just go shooting yourself just because it won't hurt as much! Or well - you shouldn't, probably?!

[ She can't make demands of him per se but ... I mean even if she caught herself it's kind of... um??? ]

Jaeger made me promise that I wouldn't do anything like that again without informing him first, but I'll certainly bear your objections in mind as well.

[It is arguable whether he is truly trying very hard, but at least he's offering that?]

--Show some common sense, Albert! Even if I end up with superior healing or what not because of being a vampire later I'm not about to slice my arm open!

[ She genuinely has no idea if she will or not, though. ]

And why wouldn't you...?

[This is a conversation we're having.]

It's irresponsible to not know what the limitations of your own body are - and again, even if you wouldn't, that's likely because becoming a vampire in your case doesn't kill you. I can't even touch any of you without being reminded that you're touching a corpse; it's repulsive, Elda, dying again and staying that way wouldn't be entirely unwelcome at this point.

[...

And that's...a lot of words he hasn't really said to anyone else, and it's obvious that he doesn't know what to do now that it's out there; in the end he just...goes quiet.]

[ If she had the place of mind to form it, she could say this was close to her same argument about testing and honing the memory erasing: that it was irresponsible to have to have something which could activate with touch without knowing it. Putting it into that context, Albert's actions are totally rational, or at least as rational as hers were then.

... But that's not the mood here. The mood's a lot more somber, a lot more...

It's just a lot, really. ]

... I don't want you to feel that way, Albert.

[ But at the same time, to say he shouldn't just flies in the face of his - frankly not invalid - feelings. She runs a hand on her arm and she nods. No, the transformation won't kill her unless she happens to be outside at the time. ]

When I reached for your hands, I didn't see it that way, you know. Touching a corpse.

[Right, that's...]

...I know you didn't.

[He does believe that much, at least.]

[ But she can't deny that's fair for him to see it that way, but. ]

I won't, I assure you.

...You're the only person I've told about a fair amount of the complications that might come from this, you know.

[Because he can actually be honest with Elda about this sort of thing; everyone else is either too casual an acquaintance, entirely too young to be considered on his level, or...Jaeger, whom he can't tell a lot of things for a lot of reasons.]

I still haven't had any sort of proper emotional response over this. I expected there to be something eventually, but it isn't happening for whatever reason, and I don't usually respond to things this stressful by not responding at all.

[He's kind of an anxious mess in some way when things are stressful, even if he's suppressing it; this isn't suppression, it's just...literally nothing.]

I told you once that beyond a certain point, I don't really remember feeling much outside of anger, hatred and instinct. So it... Well, saying it concerns me isn't entirely accurate, given everything, but you get the idea.

... Your suspicion is that the effects of this virus, or maybe just the effects of this new metabolism on your brain might have dulled your emotional responses.

[ Thats.. I mean, that makes sense, but that's also terrifying to her especially. ]

You can tell me anything, Albert. I'll hear it all out, and I appreciate that you feel you can.

Of course, Elda.

[...]

You're...correct, regarding my suspicions, however. I've noticed it already in several ways - not responding to familiar things in ways that I'm used to, for example. It's troubling me, somewhat, simply because I know the responses should be there but inexplicably aren't.

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