On a potential castmate in prismatica.

[torsion]

[ She hesitates for a moment, letting her irritation take hold of her. She exhales deeply into a tired sigh, arms folded, but hand still free to gesture lightly when she finally begins to speak. ]

So, everyone I've ever known could possibly show up and... it has to be Wesker. I'd rather have someone in my corner, but you know I won't back down from any of this. I can't. If it means things go poorly, that's on me. It's my choice. I'll fight him until there's nothing left if I have to.

[ She lets out a light sound, something like a groan. Of course the player is excited for it, though. That's just how it goes, right? ]

Ugh. See, this is why I can't help but be pessimistic sometimes.