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”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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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.