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"It should not have happened in the first place," Wesker replies, tiredly. "I wasn't the only one: there were dozens of others selected, many found wanting. I was one of the survivors of the gauntlet they put us through. There were thirteen of us in the end, and it would appear I alone remain." The image of a computer file, a list of thirteen names might tick through his mind.

That quote from a Disney movie garners a hint of a smirk from him. "It may seem hard to envision, but I have a god-daughter in my world. I was close with her father, who made a better scientist than parent, and I had some exposure to Disney films. So be prepared for my teeth and ambitions to be bared." At one in the same time, it's a joke veiling a hint of menace.

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The Doctor takes note of the thirteen names. Figuring those are the names from the folk-tale Wesker told last time.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry." Ten hand still rests on Wesker's back.

"Did you just tell a joke?" Ten sorts of teases but also delights in the manner.

"Don't be. You had no hand in their demises. That should never have happened, but there's no going back to change it, is there?" he says, his voice harsh. The Doctor might sense the warring emotions in the other: rage at the past and the ones who treated him and his adoptive siblings as so many test subjects in a long term science experiment, despair at losing track of Alex and her presumed demise, given Spencer defining him as the only survivor of Project W, envy that he could have had a normal life free of, a burning hatred for humanity itself, that no one thought to look into this dire act of subtle cruelty and stop it, that humanity would rather dodder along in its mediocrity than truly advance itself. So many conflicting emotions seething behind this generally stoical facade, like a caldera-type volcano hidden deep beneath a rolling grassland, threatening to explode and spread destruction...

However, he makes no movement to push The Doctor's hand away, accepting its presence, accepting the mind behind it.

He might look toward The Doctor, the tiniest grin, just uncovering the tips of his teeth, crossing his face. "Perhaps I did. I'm not without a sense of humor, though it's a dark and sardonic one and likely unsuitable for Disney's target audience."

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Re: [CW: Misanthropy and Social Darwinism]

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[The Doctor follows. His eyes are darting around at the surroundings. He does wonder why she's leading them in the back, whereas the other tables are empty.]

Chamomile Rose silver tea.

[Ten notices Wesker is eyeing the waitress over a bit. He looks at Wesker, clearly not impressed but also expecting it. As for The Doctor himself, he doesn't seem to notice their waitress is basically - nude or doesn't care. The Doctor begins to waggle his tongue openly in thought. How do they get back?]

[The waitress chirpily repeats the order back, then sashays off to the kitchen Wesker keeps his face impassive, but a tiny shift of his head indicates he may have had an eye on her.]

You'll have to excuse me for for watching her so intently. She looked familiar till I scrutinized her. [In his slightly aroused state, he's trying hard not to think of the long-lost Miss Mueller.]

[He turns back to The Doctor, crossing his legs under the table top.]

An obvious question, but it needs to be asked: what do you make of this place? A social experiment or a cruel joke? Or some combination of the two?

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Couldn't tell you.

[It's clear there's fog in those brown eyes. He's trying to work his way though. Spouse. That's what they are even if Jack and Rose are more than that]

Just because they both have the same face doesn't mean you should reflect those feelings onto him.

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There is that. However. add to the fact that your spouse seems to like me about as much as my former friend did - that only reinforced my dislike. There's always someone who gets under your skin, and we got under each others. You probably don't recall it, but the day you and I made our farewells, your Jack shadowed you and pulled a crossbow on me. I might have let him hit me, if he'd let fly. I might simply have dodged it. If you hadn't convinced him to stand down, I might have attacked him for his impudence. However, I didn't.

You affected me, Doctor. You infected me. You recoded me. I had it in me to fight him, but I couldn't. You obliged a virus, as it were, to mutate quickly in order to survive.

[He says this with no trace of pride, but a simple statement of fact, a fact that bewildered him when it happened.]

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"Mmm, but it carried you through that strange awakening. I'm wondering why squids, though, why choose that form, though I suppose squids are incredibly intelligent and resilient creatures. Did you know they have three hearts and their brain is distributed through their body. Also, some species taste and see colors through their tentacles," he says, with a glance to the sea.

"The change surprised me, though the danger in it didn't. I'd been exposed to an often deadly virus in my world of origin, and it had caused a chronic infection. I have a feeling that transformation cured me of the worse effects of it.

"So you're able to transform? Some of the magic from your world?" he asks, curious.

"I did not know ALL of that stuff about squids, but I did know some of it! I guess I didn't think so much of the significance of them, insomuch as they seemed like a creature that's sort of like our intro into this world, how we have to adapt to this place and how different we'd have to be to adapt?"

Luz had given it SOME thought, but was somewhat concentrated on what she would have to do once she got her body again, but did wonder how it related to their Moon goddess.

"Oh, well, I was just thrust into a den of crabs, so I guess I was just scrambling to not die? I guess that instinct sort of won out, and once I got away from them, that whole thing made me remember what I was doing before I got here?"

Luz hesitated. "Well. Other people's blood can do strange stuff. Mind just sort of glows in the moonlight and smells like milk? Otherwise I think people with blood like mine have kind of more mental magic manifest."