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Flatterer.

[ Not really.

But all the same she stretches as they get into the kitchen. The alcohol and soda and ice cream are of course all in the fridge or freezer so she busies herself with getting them out and hums . ]

No, I agree that normalcy is a good thing, though. Even if without the sun it seems we're going to be denied that too.

[He is not a charming man.]

If anything, that's more of a reason to keep up some semblance of it.

True.

[ . . . ]

I confess, I might in some ways benefit from having someone in the house who does write this off as normal.

[ It's... look, she has to see the bright sides of it, the longer this goes on, the more she's told shit like his soul it out of alignment because he's off the network. She had to write that into the guide and it about killed her. ]

Easy to stay somewhat grounded.

...I can imagine, yes.

[He knows better than to try to argue anything about that; that seems like the exact opposite of anything she's going to want to hear, and this conversation is already going to be unpleasant, most likely.]

[ Don't think she's ignorant of it, she's more or less trying to convince herself. She exhales and gets out the alcohol to pour a base into two glasses here for their first float ]

At least I can see better than most people.

I thought you would appreciate that in some way. If not the cause of it, because I can see where that's going to become inconvenient in several ways.

["Inconvenient" is such an understatement, but you know what, it's not altogether wrong, either.]

It's nice to be out during the day and not have to wear sunglasses, even if it doesn't look much like the day, yes.

[ . . . Not at all like the day. ]

[...That has absolutely not been preventing him from wearing his own damn sunglasses, but yes.]

It's going to take some getting used to on my end, but I can't say I mind it all that much, all things considered. We'll see how much it gets to the city's head eventually, I suppose - hopefully it won't seem too claustrophobic.

Somehow, I didn't expect storm defenses to be this literal.

I do hope that whatever storm is coming doesn't start in the same way the last one did.

[Like. Apparently we are just going to shut a bunch of pissed-off monsters in here with us, if that's the case.]

I imagine their hope would be that this one would have that wall blocking that from happening... right?

[ Not that they can, you know, count on that... ]

I guess the worse case would be that the wall cracks down above us?

...I'd imagine so, yes.

[I mean, worst-case scenario as far as he knows is "the city straight-up collapses or otherwise blinks out of existence, like the other attempts at this," but that's...mmngh.]

[ I'm not sure she knows in that much detail about the other attempts tbh but. ]

Anyway, anyway, we're getting off topic and this topic isn't that much more pleasant. Unless you want to help me work out my guide a little more, speculation about all of this probably doesn't help anyone.

[...Yeah, they kind of found maps in August and the entire group kind of...decided to not be team players about it until it's relevant, oops.]

Of course. Is there somewhere in particular you would like to begin, otherwise...?

[Because Uroboros as a topic is kind of...broad, and he's not entirely sure he knows everything about it even now, so it's likely best to ask first before trying to take a shot in the dark working out what's relevant.]

Well, Uroboros was related to what happened to what woman on the ship...? Or am I recalling wrong.

[ Said as she makes to put some coke in her glass and scoop in some ice cream. ]

[Naturally, we start with Excella. Okay, let's...]

Yes. From what I can tell, Uroboros is a virus that induces rapid, grotesque mutations in its host; once these changes take hold, any organic matter that comes in contact with the mutated appendages and outgrowths will be absorbed into it, encouraging a massive and immediate increase in size and destructive capacity.

Excella's particular mutation occurred within rather close proximity to a large number of corpses on the deck of that ship. The results that garnered were...well, you saw them.

[ Wow, that's... incredibly disgusting, holy shit.

She busies herself with making her float but.. ]

That's horrifying on so many levels.

I'd be more alarmed if you didn't consider it to be, honestly.

[no, really. shit's nasty.]

I can scarcely imagine someone who wouldn't. I can't imagine a purpose for that other than... well, to kill everyone, honestly.

[ Because holy shit. ]

[...Yeah, that's. Well.]

That was the purpose behind it, yes.

[ . . . . ]

That's something a step beyond what I thought of when I thought of bio-terrorism.

In fairness, that wasn't the original plan, as far as I know.

[Which is not that much better and he knows it.]

Beyond a certain point, however, I believed it to be both my right and my responsibility to pass ultimate judgement on the human race - to determine who deserved to live and whose loss would be of no general consequence to the continued existence and evolution of the human race.

I decided that the best way to achieve that judgement was to utilize Uroboros.

[This sounds insane. He is very acutely aware that this sounds insane.]

Viruses are impartial, untainted by bias or emotion, unable to be swayed from their determined course once released. As such, I planned to unleash it on the world as a whole; those that were chosen by Uroboros would be the ones that would survive. Everyone else would die.

[ That's...

What the hell even is that? That's so - human - ... why did her mind go there? Ah. Ah no, she knows why her mind went there, that's the instinct of the woman she's been remembering. The instinct which made her beat that one girl, the instinct born out of that hated memory that Wesker saw.

Perhaps she's not much better. Her eyes have shifted to catlike mode even as she toys with her float. ]

Are there people with immunity to it... or something?

I don't know if I would call it full immunity. More along the lines of an ability to bond with it.

[For his own part, his words are remaining strangely blank. The way they usually do when he discusses these things.]

Bond with... it? Isn't it a flesh eating- or well, appropriating, I suppose, virus?

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