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[scythegun]

GUNTHER SCHWARZ

Jaeger. Leviathan's Claw owner. Not particularly pleased to be here.

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[manufactured]

...I believe so. I remembered something difficult earlier, is all.

[That gets something of an agitated noise out of him as though to punctuate it; he settles back a bit more thoroughly against the couch.]

It's another of those tiring things... Just when I think I've remembered all of it, something else feels the need to prove me wrong.

[scythegun]

Ah... I see.

[There really isn't any end in sight for Wesker, is there? Just how much more does he have to remember...?]

Do you want to talk about it?

[manufactured]

...To start with, it wasn't something along the lines of "ending the world." It was more personal than that, something I did to one person in particular. So it was...

[...]

It doesn't seem right to say that it was less terrible, but it was at least less catastrophic on a mass scale.

[It honestly sort of pisses him off that he has to verify that? God, he doesn't know what his damage is today but he's feeling volatile as fuck in a way that he usually isn't.]

[scythegun]

[It's good to have that verified and Jaeger nods.]

I understand. What did you do to this person?

[manufactured]

[It's going to take him a moment to figure out where to start...]

Do you remember when I told you that I would hurt people sometimes, in order to ensure that they wouldn't leave?

[scythegun]

Yes, I remember that.

[He definitely doesn't like the sound of it, but...]

You remembered a specific instance of that?

[manufactured]

It was something I suspected was happening when I told you that. It ended up being worse than I thought it was.

It has to do with Jill - that woman I remember from S.T.A.R.S., back when I was on the force. I remembered working with her some time after that, as well - she was assisting Excella and I when we were planning to release Uroboros. She stayed with us for three years, while we were preparing all of that.

[God, this is...weird to talk about.]

...She stayed because of something I did to her. Something...chemical, I attached a device to her that would keep a steady flow of particularly powerful drugs in her system. Brainwashing, essentially. She was aware of what was happening the entire time, she just couldn't do anything to stop it.

[scythegun]

[Oh, that's... Wow.]

I see. I'm sorry you had to remember that, Albert. That... really does sound awful.

[You really didn't want her to leave, huh...? That's supremely fucked up, yikes.]

[manufactured]

It's something I've known for a while, I think, but I really did end up no better than that old man in the end.

[scythegun]

[...]

I wish things had gone differently.

[But Wesker made his choices, and ended up like this.]

I'm sorry, Albert. I wish I knew what to say.

[manufactured]

...It's fine.

[It really isn't.]

Again, it's just difficult to think about; I'll handle it.

[scythegun]

I know you will. You always do. Still, I really wish you didn't have to remember something like that...

[Why was past-you like this, goddamn.]

[manufactured]

The fact of the matter is that I have, and there's nothing to be done about it now.

[...That's...it's more agitated than it should be, probably, but he doesn't seem inclined to amend it, either.]

[scythegun]

Albert...

[...]

Well, you're right. There isn't anything to be done about it now. I suppose you can only try to move forward.

...I'll be here, though. I may not be able to help, but I'll always be here for you, no matter what you remember.

[manufactured]

...I know you will.

[That does get him to break eye contact, though, noticeably and visibly despite the sunglasses; he doesn't seem to know what to do with that, even though it's far from the first time he's heard it - he doesn't know why it's striking him oddly now, but the fact is that it is, and it's going to take him a moment, all right.]

[scythegun]

Good! It's important to me that you know.

[He's said it a lot, but it bears repeating after something like this. Well, he thinks so, anyway.]

[manufactured]

Of course I do.

[...]

It...concerns me, remembering things like that. I don't want anything to happen to you, or any of the others that I care about.

[scythegun]

[Jaeger holds out a hand at that, though he's not sure if he really expects Wesker to take it.]

I know you don't. You're a different person now; I can't ever see you hurting any of us like that.

[manufactured]

[He looks like he's considering, at least, but in the end he doesn't.]

...I don't know, Jaeger. It's likely pointless to consider it, at any rate.

[scythegun]

[That's okay, he thought that might be the case.]

If it's bothering you, then it's certainly not pointless. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, though.

[manufactured]

...I don't know what you would have me say.

[He doesn't mind, per se? But he isn't sure what there is to discuss, precisely.]

[scythegun]

Well... Are you afraid you're going to start treating people like that again? I suppose we could start there.

[manufactured]

...It's something like that, yes.

[He isn't altogether sure how to articulate exactly what it is, which is frustrating, but that's a start.]

[scythegun]

Something like that?

[manufactured]

It's difficult to explain.

[Mnngh.]

I think it's more to do with the fact that I didn't see anything wrong with it, when I was doing it. I was aware that she was suffering, and that she didn't want any of that; I simply didn't care because I wanted to keep her for myself.

There wasn't any reason to do that to her. It wasn't an experiment for something that I was going to implement later, or part of a larger plan. I didn't even have any sort of animosity toward her; it was entirely toward Chris. It was just something I decided to do because I didn't want to get rid of her and I could do that to her.