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[scythegun]

[When Wesker didn't contact him a day ago he was worried, but worry has quickly turned to fear and Jaeger's never been good at dealing with fear. Repeated attempts to reach Wesker have failed, so Jaeger's taken it on himself to go looking for his boyfriend.

Thankfully Wesker cuts a distinctive figure and Jaeger's able to trace his location to the outskirts of the city. He's worried that he's going to find that something's happened to Wesker, that he'll be injured or dying, or maybe even already dead—

But that isn't the case, and when he finds Wesker the man looks perfectly fine.]

Albert!

[He'll approach immediately; the worry and concern is probably obvious just from that exclamation alone, but once he gets close he speaks up again.]

Are you okay? What are you doing out here?

[If Wesker will let him get close enough, he'll reach out to touch Wesker's arm, as he usually does.]

Comments

[manufactured]

I talk about them often. Both my goals themselves, and what I think led me to them.

I don't know what I think about that.

[scythegun]

I can't really speak for why you do that. I've never really been fond of using the network, but it's something you do occasionally.

[Well, okay, he knows why you do it, but he's not really sure he should say it, so this works, probably.]

[manufactured]

[...]

It seems to come back to the fear of those goals, in the end.

[scythegun]

I suppose so. You were very upset about them, after all.

[manufactured]

I've noticed.

Though it sounds as though I'm beginning to understand. Not nearly enough to act, but it's... It seems promising to me.

[scythegun]

[Well, it might seem promising to you, but it's making him feel uneasy. Surely Wesker - his Wesker - wouldn't actually act on it? He's had thoughts about it, yes, but he said he doesn't have the means to do it and he was so upset about it... surely he wouldn't...?]

...Was that something you wrote in your notes?

[manufactured]

Yes.

It's also evident in the way that I speak to people - explaining that using Uroboros wasn't cruelty, but rather mercy and impartiality; showing a greater understanding for why I've come to believe that such a thing was necessary. Experiencing curiosity rather than fear towards Uroboros in general.

It's interesting to read about; things are changing, and I can't help but consider it a good sign.

[scythegun]

[He doesn't like that. He doesn't like that Wesker's been growing more curious about it, but... there still isn't any reason to worry, is there? Wesker wouldn't seriously consider it. He wouldn't.

Still, Jaeger feels chills run down his spine.]

I... I see. I don't really know what to say.

[It's probably obvious that it's making him uneasy.]

[manufactured]

[It is.]

It frightens you, doesn't it.

[It's not really a question.]

[scythegun]

[There isn't really any sense in lying about it.]

...Yes, it does.

[manufactured]

...The last person I was with knew about all of this; she was willing to do anything to help me with it. She understood better than most.

The only other close relationship I had was well before any of this was conceived of, though I doubt she would have agreed with it if she knew.

[...]

You remind me of her, you know. That second one.

[scythegun]

Ah, really? Is it because I don't agree...?

[The first person he mentioned is Excella, right? It's a good thing he doesn't remind Wesker of Excella.]

[manufactured]

It's several things, really. She loved me very thoroughly, certainly more than I knew what to do with; she wanted to be by my side forever, I don't think she would have ever willingly left me. She was European, like you; she was rather attractive.

Our relationship was good, for the most part. A bit domestic, but not in a bad way.

[scythegun]

[All of that does sound like him. That relationship didn't last though, and that's not really a good sign.]

It sounds like you were very close. What happened...?

[manufactured]

I cared about her as much as I was able to, at least.

[...]

We had a fight. It involved something that didn't have a resolution that we could both allow. The relationship dissolved over it; I went back to focusing on my work, and she returned to Europe.

[scythegun]

I see.

[He wants to ask more about it, but if Wesker didn't tell him what the fight was about, he probably won't even when pressed.]

I sincerely hope nothing like that happens to us.

[manufactured]

...I can guarantee that we won't get into that exact argument, at least.

[scythegun]

[Well now he's gotta ask.]

...What did you two argue about?

[manufactured]

She was pregnant.

[...Yeah.]

The child was mine. She wanted to keep it; I wanted no such thing. I told her to terminate it and she refused.

She seemed convinced that I would change my mind; either way, I'm fairly sure she couldn't possibly have supported a child on her own. I don't know what happened to her after the relationship ended.

[scythegun]

...Oh.

[Well, that's definitely a bit awkward. It's possible Wesker might have had a child and that's... kind of weird to think about? He's not sure what he thinks about it.]

I can see why that would spark an argument, especially if neither of you were willing to budge.

[manufactured]

It's not something that could have had a peaceful resolution; one of us would have hated it, regardless of what we decided, and we would have come to resent each other.

So it was for the best to end things as they were.

[scythegun]

Yes, I understand. It's a shame that things ended that way, though.

[Maybe things would have turned out differently if they had stayed together. But then again, maybe they wouldn't have.]

[manufactured]

...It happened shortly after I left the main Arklay compound and was living on my own. Getting involved at all was a rash decision, but it was something I wanted to experience.

[A shot at normalcy, perhaps.]

[scythegun]

I understand. I think it makes sense that you'd want to experience something like that, especially after everything you went through.

[manufactured]

I assume I've told you a good amount about Umbrella, then. You've never seemed surprised when I mention hating them.