The fish folk band fortunately are tinkering among themselves: one has taken a mandolin from their back, while another tunes a guitar and a third taps a few practice beats on a hand drum.

"Better not to imagine it, then. Perhaps there's hope that anyone may find their own found family." With the unspoken implication that it may apply to him. Something like longing, wanting this may flicker in his strange eyes and then fades back into his usual quiet anger.

"True, though as horribly as the Machines treated the humans, they were harmed first, and sadly, they may have learned to oppress them from the way humanity treated them in the first place. Considering how humanity scorched the sky and ruined their own planet, it may have been a mercy to live in a simulation, though... it wasn't implemented in the most humane fashion." We admit, someone may have some insights into the rationale of the Machines, given his training - read, the awful rewiring of his mind.

Cypher points to her with one paw. "I like this girl! she gets it!"

"I like her as well," Wesker admits out loud, and for once, he's completely truthful, no shades of a secondary meaning.