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[subject_013]

”Greetings. You’ve reached the voice mail of Albert Wesker. I can’t come to the phone right now, as I’m either at work in the laboratory or chasing some Beast off my roof. At the sound of the tone, please leave your name and number and a suitably short message and I’ll return your call as soon as possible.

“However, if you’re Chris Redfield, stay on the line….”

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[fogsong]

Well, I mean, that's kind of what I did before I got here. Dragged people, whether they deserved it or not, into a world they couldn't escape. Without any warning. [ a pregnant pause ]

So, she just got you on a bad day, then? [ doubt colors the question ] Would you have felt differently if she'd taken you at another point in your life? A happier one?

[CW: Cult, involuntary medical experimentation referenced]

[subject_013]

[A long inbreath followed by a slow outbreath.]

I suppose saying 'it happened on a bad day' was a bit flippant and reductive. But it goes deeper. Before the attack happened, I was in the middle of one existential crisis, after I'd discovered that I'd been part of one man's experiment to create a race of perfect human beings. I'd known my upbringing had been unorthodox at best, but realizing the nightmare medical procedures I'd woken up in the middle of as a child, only to be hastily put back under, were realities. Add to this, I had learned this from my keeper, who at best regarded me as a flawed prototype. If I'd been pulled away at a moment when my wits were far less raw, on perhaps an ordinary day, perhaps I could have eased into this world's forebearer more readily.

[A pause.] You may share some similarities to Sodder, but you are not her. You are you, and I've committed myself to looking out for your well-being.

[fogsong]

[ She listens to him in silence and remains silent for several beats as she really chews on what he's said. She does understand, to an extent, but it's the assurance he offers after that helps the most. It dawns on her how childish and insecure she's being. ]

...sorry I'm being such a damn child over this and, um, thank you. [ He's allowed to feel as he does and it has nothing to do with her but years of mistreatment in her early years have made her fearful of being left behind because of who she is and what she's capable of. She sees herself in Julia and how he spoke of her reminded her of what the Order would say of her. ]

[Voice]>[Video]

[subject_013]

Apology accepted. I suppose I should apologize for unloading all that, though I did so in a spirit of transparency.

[The feed comes up, revealing him in a disheveled, dare we call it vulnerable state: hair slightly on end and a bit damp, glasses off, revealing his weird, feline eyes, the neckline of a pair of tan surgical scrubs visible. He almost looks about half his calendar age for a moment. A small but genuine smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.]

There. Something like this... I felt it better to say this face to face, at least through this medium.

I don't form connections easily, as you've probably gathered, but... I do sense a certain attachment and a deep regard for you. I'm not sure there's much you could do that would dispel that.

[fogsong]

[ When he switches to video, she follows suit. There's puffiness around her eyes and even in the shadows of one of the steepled buildings in Willful Machine, there's a recognizable wet gleam in them. She flushes a soft, cool shade of pink, embarrassed over being made so raw by their conversation and her own rushing thoughts. ]

I, uh... Thank you. [ Her tongue gets tied and she sucks in a breath, looking down at the cobblestone beneath her feet as her lips curl upward in the hint of an emotional smile. ] I'm not all that great with things like this. [ She laughs but it's awkward and breathy and shy for a girl who is bold more often than not. ] But that, uh... it means a lot to hear.