If he does get here, I'll—talk him down. He can be reasoned with. [Leon knows this from personal experience, he'd managed to talk Chris down from that fury he'd been in while in Lanshiang.] As long as you're not up to your old tricks, anyway.
[Underneath that seemingly light tone is a threat: if Wesker does get up to his old tricks, Leon will do what he has to do.]
After your timeline? What, there's time travel involved? [The most tired sigh. Jesus fucking Christ. Zombies and Wesker and all this multiverse travel shit weren't enough, apparently, now time travel's getting involved. Leon pinches the bridge of his nose—it's a good thing he'll be meeting with Wesker in a dive bar, because this is a lot to handle already.
He'd ask more, but Wesker's already shutting down any more conversation.] See you then.
[Indeed, Leon makes it to the bar as soon as he can, taking note of the number of strange prints depicting fantastical creatures and hunts. His eye is drawn to one in particular depicting what he knows is a BOW, being run down by a hunter on a horse. Seriously, a horse?
He orders himself some whiskey, sits at the counter, and is nursing it and watching the clientele when the door opens. Leon, to show that he's willing to play nice, pushes out the stool beside him, but he doesn't beckon the bartender over. Wesker can barter for his own damn drinks, Leon might want answers but he doesn't owe the guy shit-all.]
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[Underneath that seemingly light tone is a threat: if Wesker does get up to his old tricks, Leon will do what he has to do.]
After your timeline? What, there's time travel involved? [The most tired sigh. Jesus fucking Christ. Zombies and Wesker and all this multiverse travel shit weren't enough, apparently, now time travel's getting involved. Leon pinches the bridge of his nose—it's a good thing he'll be meeting with Wesker in a dive bar, because this is a lot to handle already.
He'd ask more, but Wesker's already shutting down any more conversation.] See you then.
[Indeed, Leon makes it to the bar as soon as he can, taking note of the number of strange prints depicting fantastical creatures and hunts. His eye is drawn to one in particular depicting what he knows is a BOW, being run down by a hunter on a horse. Seriously, a horse?
He orders himself some whiskey, sits at the counter, and is nursing it and watching the clientele when the door opens. Leon, to show that he's willing to play nice, pushes out the stool beside him, but he doesn't beckon the bartender over. Wesker can barter for his own damn drinks, Leon might want answers but he doesn't owe the guy shit-all.]