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

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[livingimpaired]

[ He breathes out as he looks Wesker over. Ah, he'll not mention the young man -- no, King of Heroes -- was also blond. ]

Clear pleasure. [ Hm. ] I believe it is the idea of joy. Absolute joy. I do not believe I can call it pure, however. It's pleasure that is without concern for morals. [ He frowns as he immediately doesn't like where that is going. ]

Nevermind. It is something that "I" said I was searching for, but I'm not curious enough to wonder anymore as to what it could be. Wording it as I did... [ Another small shake of his head. ] ... I'd rather not search for it.

So, nevermind answering the question, Albert Wesker... I can see now what people mean by feeling a little disturbed by the memories that just come slipping in. It's... intrusive and to be able to feel and experience what "you" did... [ He blinks. ]

What emotion would you say that you felt the most from your memories?

[manufactured]

["Pleasure without concern for morals." In other words, sadism, probably. It's not really something he'll press on, though it's another of those things that he'll keep close at hand in his memory.

Ah, but the question...his response is prompt there.]

Hatred.

[It's simple and without elaboration, but it's utterly straightforward.]

[livingimpaired]

[ His eyes drift up, not realizing he had started to look at the table. The simple and straightforward answer is a bit of a surprise, but is answered with a half-smile. ]

I see. [ "Exterminating them will be doing them a service." That is what the man in his memories said. ] How many -- no, it would have to be a significant amount of memories that you had to have received by now, hm? Enough for you to change your name. I retract that foolish question.

And most of them, you felt hatred. Most would be driven mad by it, but you and your actions continue to seem sane to me at their core. [ Kei dislikes how he repeats something that he had just experienced himself saying, but the feeling is the same. ]

[manufactured]

[...Kei, he is just going to frequently be struck by how ontologically weird you are until he's used to actually talking to you for more than five minutes at a time, about more than just business. Forgive him for this.]

The hatred is something that was always present, in my memories, but not usually to an overwhelming degree. More of an undercurrent than an experience, encompassing my thoughts on a lot of things. When it's a constant, it's not all that difficult to forget that it's likely something that should be considered abnormal.

[livingimpaired]

Such is the same with all emotions, I suppose.

[ He offers a half-smile yet again. His eyebrows lift. ] As off as that may sound... the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference and I am pretty indifferent to quite a bit. [ He chuckles as he feels that is obvious but his expression becomes clouded. ] So I don't consider your hatred abnormal.

You were created by someone who wanted to break your spirit and sense of self. Rising from that, a person needs to be filled with something in order to remain whole. [ But he sighs as he continues to look troubled. ]

I won't deny the memory I had is ... it certainly makes me feel a little ill at ease with myself but still I have already reached my hand out and it feels wrong to snap it back and be dishonest about what I think to save face to no one but myself.