[That gesture, reaching for a weapon that isn't there, brings out the smirk, though it's one of easy amusement rather than a dangerous quirk. As they're on neutral ground, he's keeping a tight rein on himself.]
Ultimately, I was the one holding the aces and suits, or at least some of them. [He perches himself on the stool, though he keeps one foot on the floor.] Though you did well eliminating that idiotic midget. Some people's ambition is too easy to utilize and too quickly becomes their downfall.
[He might not simply be speaking of Ramon Salazar, given an odd thoughtful note that slips into his tone.]
Straightforward in your question, though I regret that the answer isn't as easily presented [Turning his face toward one framed image on the wall, a male humanoid with a squid-like head, accompanied by a recognizable human female, he falls silent for a moment before he continues.] Some of the Pthumerians, or at least their actions and influences, aren't always to be trusted, and they are beings far more powerful than I, in any form that I've foreseen. I might have manipulated some naturally-occurring pathogens, but no version of me ever gained power over the forces of nature, or the fabric of reality itself.
[He turns to look directly at Leon, and at this close range, Wesker's weird, feline eyes might be visible through the tinting on his lenses, the pupils more oval-shaped than slit-like here.]
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[That gesture, reaching for a weapon that isn't there, brings out the smirk, though it's one of easy amusement rather than a dangerous quirk. As they're on neutral ground, he's keeping a tight rein on himself.]
Ultimately, I was the one holding the aces and suits, or at least some of them. [He perches himself on the stool, though he keeps one foot on the floor.] Though you did well eliminating that idiotic midget. Some people's ambition is too easy to utilize and too quickly becomes their downfall.
[He might not simply be speaking of Ramon Salazar, given an odd thoughtful note that slips into his tone.]
Straightforward in your question, though I regret that the answer isn't as easily presented [Turning his face toward one framed image on the wall, a male humanoid with a squid-like head, accompanied by a recognizable human female, he falls silent for a moment before he continues.] Some of the Pthumerians, or at least their actions and influences, aren't always to be trusted, and they are beings far more powerful than I, in any form that I've foreseen. I might have manipulated some naturally-occurring pathogens, but no version of me ever gained power over the forces of nature, or the fabric of reality itself.
[He turns to look directly at Leon, and at this close range, Wesker's weird, feline eyes might be visible through the tinting on his lenses, the pupils more oval-shaped than slit-like here.]
Has anyone told you about Julia Sodder?