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[promisekeeper]

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You have got to be kidding me. -No, looking innocent isn't going to help. I swear, when they say you muns are sadistic, I didn't think it was true.

I'm not doing this- this "fight to the death" thing. I've already done that once in my life, I don't need a second round. Especially if he's there.

Just... don't. All right?

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[president_evil]

So defensive.

[He smiles, a slow show of white teeth.]

I was speaking generally.

[promisekeeper]

No.

[Don't let him needle you, don't let him needle you, don't let him...]

I'm disgusted. Not scared. Get it right, Wesker.

[president_evil]

And yet, not disgusted enough to join us in the fight to end it?

Come, come, Chris, that's not the good little soldier we know and love.

[promisekeeper]

"Good soldier"? [He scoffs in disbelief, eyebrows jumping towards his hairline at the phrase.] I don't think the Air Force would agree with you on that one.

And... "us"? Hard to believe.

[president_evil]

[He clucks his tongue. So very disappointed.]

No more appreciation for subtly than the last Chris, I see.

...Well, perhaps all that brawn serves you better.

[promisekeeper]

It'd better. I'm going to kill you. That's a promise.

[For the last six months, Chris has held tightly on to one goal: avenge his comrades. It might not be possible, not with the way things will be, but he'll hold to it nonetheless. He clenches his jaw again. Looks away for a moment in thought.]

And if that means I have to play whatever game the powers that be can come up with, I'll cope.

[president_evil]

[He's not that Wesker - that one he's heard so much about here, but his mouth still twitches, a small curl at one pale corner.]

There's only one way to get your chance.

I'll be sure and keep an eye out, Chris, in the Capitol.

[promisekeeper]

[How he hates that smirk.]

Don't expect any mercy. You won't be getting any.

[president_evil]

I look forward to it.