considering M1A18 or exitvoid, among others

[piously]

I'm not sure what you're planning, but whatever it is - I hope you know what you'll be getting us into. Rushing head first into something out of excitement or whatever other emotion it is going through your head isn't going to do either one of us any good. We both know how important it is to make logical decisions, not emotional ones.

I know why you're looking at some of these places more than the others. If I get any say in this at all, it's that I'll go wherever you need me to go, just not at his expense. I take care of my own - just like he does. Sending me to a place where my arrival could do more harm than good to one of them isn't a chance I want to take.

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[tobeagod]

Your own? You don't have anyone that could be considered 'your own' here on the ship.

Although I would welcome someone who could be such a weak point for others, especially Chris. It has been too long since I've found a way to make he or Sheva back away from threatening me.

At the end of the day, they are only that: empty threats.

[piously]

[ The man's face reminds him of Jake Muller. That's his first thought. The one that follows is the realization of who this man is. Who he's speaking about. And most importantly, the connection he has to those individuals.

His expression hardens as he regards Wesker and it takes everything he has to keep himself rooted in place, no matter how much something else in the back of his mind tells him to do otherwise. ]

Anyone that's a part of the BSAA, I consider 'my own'. We're a team, regardless of what continent we work on or when we did.

If they're empty threats, it wouldn't matter to you one way or the other whether or not they back away from making them. [ And he won't let you harm the Captain, sir. Not as long as he's still breathing. ] I can't say I blame you for being worried about what the Captain is capable of.

[tobeagod]

[Jake Muller is a man Albert Wesker has yet to meet in person or even hear of. Piers himself is an unknown, a whispered name that was barely heard and not understood. So many things seemed to have happened after his death. Now comes this young man, one that reminds him so of Chris.]

[A thin smile rises, dark glasses and face reflecting little else.]

Won't you be an interesting addition to their little group. I've been lacking a challenge here beyond their idle words.

[A small laugh follows, more noisy exhale than amusement.]

I know better than anyone what Chris Redfield is capable of. More importantly, I know what he is not.

[piously]

[ He watches that smile for a moment. Then his eyes lift to the dark shades - focused on them, as if he could see beyond the lenses to the pair of eyes behind them. His expression is calm, guarded in its own way.

Wesker's words mean little to him, at least at first. But at the mention of Chris, his jaw tightens and it takes a distinct measure of control to keep his fingers from curling or his body from moving from its spot. ]

You know what Chris Redfield was capable of. [ Because Chris isn't the same now. Similar, yes, but molded differently. Worn and reshaped with time and trauma. ] He's the only one who knows what he's not.