Maybe looking around, idek

[tyranngott]

So you've been struck with success at long last. This is cause to scramble helplessly over yourself like an overeager mongrel in search of something new instead of build upon what little you've obtained? You say you think you finally understand how to best handle me?

You are a naive and utter fool. Go on, then. Cast me into this pathetic sea of new games, and we will see just how well you handle yourself. [A thin smile.] When it becomes all too much for you to handle, no one will be surprised.

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[nagant]

...You know, I don't think rooting for your mundane to fall flat on their face is a good plan there, pal. Seems pretty mean and petty. -Mostly petty.

[tyranngott]

Maybe she'd learn something for once. I see nothing wrong with being left to my own devices for a change.

[nagant]

Somehow? I get the feeling that your "own devices" is a dangerous turn of phrase when it comes to you. [Mosin shrugs a shoulder.] Call it a sleuth's intuition.

[tyranngott]

My, and you came to that conclusion all by yourself. I'm almost impressed.

[nagant]

Stand back, then, 'cause I'm just getting warmed up. [Snark ahoy!] And what's with the darkglasses? You hidin' something there?

[tyranngott]

I suppose that depends on one's definition of hiding.

[nagant]

"Concealing", "hiding" ,"attempting to cover up", and stuff like that. Trust me. I spend my days hunting down things that some people want overlooked.

[Mosin gestures at Wesker's sunglasses.] And stuff like that? It makes me even more curious.

[tyranngott]

Hm. [He seems to be considering that for a moment, wondering just how eager she'll really be when she knows the truth. Slowly, he pulls the shades from his face, and the sanguine gleam of his eyes can't be mistaken for anything but inhuman.]

[nagant]

[If Wesker was expecting some kind of violent reaction, boy howdy is he getting one. Mosin takes a few quick steps back, eyes wide. She's never seen eyes like that in her entire career.]

Rian preserve me, what in the blazing hells- you- your eyes- what are you?!

[tyranngott]

[That does earn a thin, cool sort of smile. Not so collected now, are we?]

Curiosity satisfied, I presume.

[nagant]

[Sorry, what? She's still trying to process yellow eyes. And pulled a knife from a sheath on her leg.]

Like hell. No human being has eyes like that. And you're too damned articulate to be a rev. So what the hells...?

[flipkicking]

Leave it to you to put down the one person who has your back. [Said. So. Flatly.]

[tyranngott]

Why, Jill, that almost stings. You were such a loyal companion.

[flipkicking]

[Can you see her hackles rising

can you see them

because they are.

Even so, the flatness stays.] Companion, or tool, Wesker?

Then again, I know it's hard for you to separate the two.

[tyranngott]

[He can, and it's truly a rewarding sight.]

With you, my dear, there was no difference. You were always so eager to obey...

[flipkicking]

[No, no, no, she is not letting him get her riled up. She's come a long way and gotten a lot better about flying off the handle in his general direction, tyvm.

That's not gonna stop her jaw from setting ever so slightly, though.]

Gloat all you want. We both know that wasn't me -- and I'm done beating myself over the head with it.

[tyranngott]

You wouldn't have done anything you really didn't want to do. [It's nearly a purr, low and sibilant.] That was all you.

Wesker you are such a wonderful jerkfais

[flipkicking]

[Self-control? Jill has it. A lot of it.

Otherwise she'd have emptied half her Beretta magazine at him by now.]

Don't give me your mind-screwing bull, Wesker. What my body did aside, I fought you every step of the way. I remember that much.

[And so much more besides.]

He loves you long time sort of

[tyranngott]

Hmm. [It's a sound of utter amusement. Those bullets wouldn't have felt so nice, he's certain.]

Yes, so easily manipulated. I'd honestly expected you to put up more of a fight.

love in a "I love to experiment on you and screw up your life" kind of way

[flipkicking]

[Not that she expects any shots of hers to actually hit him, but that's beside the point.]

The way I remember it, I fought long and hard enough for Chris to do what he had to.

In the end, you lost me. That's all that matters now.