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GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[manufactured]

I wouldn't ask you to.

[...]

I appreciate that you're willing to discuss this with me, you know.

[scythegun]

Of course, Albert. I'm always willing to discuss this sort of thing with you. I wish I knew what to say, but at the very least I can listen.

[manufactured]

In fairness, I'm not sure there's much to say to something like this.

[......]

I want you to promise me that you'll do something about it, if I ever do anything to harm you.

[scythegun]

...Do you really think I wouldn't?

[He's not really expecting an answer to that. He nods, instead.]

I promise you, I won't let anything like that happen.

[manufactured]

Do you actually want an honest answer?

[Jaeger...]

It's good to know, either way.

[scythegun]

[No, he doesn't want an honest answer, thanks...]

Of course. I'm really not a fan of being hurt, you know.

[manufactured]

I know you aren't. And I don't think I would do anything that extreme to you.

Just the same, I can't dismiss the possibility that I'll do anything at all.

[scythegun]

I understand. I don't believe you will, but just in case... I promise I won't let you hurt me. I know you'd never want that.

[Well, you'd never want that now. Who knows what you'd be feeling if you ever were to hurt him like that?]

[manufactured]

Of course I wouldn't. It's...

[He shakes his head, though, not sure how to finish that; of course he'd never want that now. But the rest? That's what he's concerned about, Jaeger. That last part, right there.]

[scythegun]

[He glances away for a moment before shaking his head and looking back at Wesker.]

I really don't think anything of the sort will happen. I understand that you're worried and I'm not trying to dismiss that worry, but I really can't imagine you ever getting to a point like that. But if you do... I'll make sure you don't hurt me.

[manufactured]

...That's all I'm asking for.

[...]

I don't want any harm to come to you. If something unexpected happens, you're going to be the first person affected by it.

[scythegun]

I know.

[He wants to say he's prepared for it, but honestly he isn't. So hopefully nothing ever happens...]

I'll make sure to look out for myself. I wouldn't want anything to happen to me and I certainly wouldn't want you to be upset if it did!

[manufactured]

...My primary concerns right now are with mental stability and further infection with other viruses. I've told you that I was infected with Uroboros as well; that's going to be an issue, should something ever come of that here. I've also remembered something else - a parasite - that I wanted to obtain a sample of for some reason that I haven't recalled yet; I don't know if I wanted to sell it, or if I wanted it for myself.

[...because he was a fucking weirdo like that.]

[scythegun]

...There certainly were a lot of different things you were very interested in back in your world...

[Parasites and viruses... yikes. Jaeger doesn't seem to know what to do with his face at that.]

[manufactured]

Not quite as much so as Birkin, I believe, but yes. I was more interested in selling them than modifying them personally, from what I recall.

[scythegun]

Well, I suppose you had to make money somehow!

[manufactured]

Apparently I was rather good at doing that, given some of the things I had at my disposal.

[...]

...There was a stealth bomber jet involved at one point. The sort that are worth hundreds of millions.

[scythegun]

...My, you really must have been good at it. What were you doing with one of those?

[manufactured]

I was intending to use it as a missile platform, deploying them at high altitudes and detonating them. It was how I was planning to spread Uroboros; shooting it down would just result in immediate spread of the virus. The results would be catastrophic, even if I wasn't at the desired altitude to ensure complete saturation.

It actually did succeed in taking off, though the missiles were never deployed.

[scythegun]

I see. That's certainly one way to get things done!

[What... does he do with this knowledge...]

[manufactured]

...Chris and the person he was working with at the time managed to board it, open the hold, shoot me in the head until I was knocked out of it, and then crash the plane entirely.

[...]

Directly into a volcanic caldera. While they were still on board.

[......]

I meant it entirely when I said that I wasn't the most reckless person in my memories.

[scythegun]

I... Okay.

[He sounds so defeated.]

The people in your world were all insane, got it. Did they survive?

[manufactured]

All three of us survived that, somehow. I went to fight them down there.

[...In a fucking volcanic caldera.]

[scythegun]

And I take it the three of you died there.

[He says it like he expects to be proven wrong, because apparently your world just doesn't have any kind of logic.]

[manufactured]

I don't recall the outcome of the fight.

[jesus.]

I do believe I died there, simply because as soon as I got there I found one of the missiles and broke it open - that's how I was infected with Uroboros to begin with. I don't have any other memories involving being infected like that, and the results were a bit difficult to overlook.

[He told you about those - the cores attached to several vital organs, the tentacles everywhere, his upper body generally being sort of a mess.]

Either I'm missing an entire stage of my life, memory-wise, or I didn't live very long beyond that. I recall fighting the woman Chris was with at the moment, and being shot quite a bit; I don't know what happened beyond that. But given that fire and heat tend to weaken and kill Uroboros, that location wasn't the best for it.