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[scythegun]

GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[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.

[scythegun]

...I see.

[So that's probably how Wesker died. Either to the fucking volcano or Chris and his friend. What a mess...]

Still, you'd think something like that would kill them...

[what the fuck @ your entire world]

[manufactured]

...I'm not sure how all three of us didn't die by simply being down there either, if that's what you're asking.

[HE KNOWS...]

[scythegun]

Well, at least that didn't kill you, I suppose...

[SOMEHOW?????]

[manufactured]

The convection didn't, at least. I'm not going to rule out the possibility that the lava may have - the ground was rather unstable, to say the least.

[...So, you know.]

[scythegun]

[So Chris and his friend totally died too, got it.]

Let me know when you remember the end of that fight, I'm curious to hear how things turned out for everyone.

[manufactured]

Of course.

[Although...]

...I'm not certain if it was the poison in my system rendering my memories of the incident faulty, or if everything I recall about it actually happened. But I'm fairly certain Chris punched a boulder out of the way at one point.

[scythegun]

[..............]

Of course he did. Why am I surprised.

[manufactured]

...He's not like I am, incidentally. To my knowledge, he was never infected with anything.

[As far as he's aware, Chris was just a perfectly normal dude who happened to enjoy the gym.]

[scythegun]

...So he just... punched a boulder. Somehow.

[YOUR WORLD MAKES NO SENSE]

Sure, why not.

[manufactured]

If it's any consolation, that may have been the poison talking. But that doesn't change the fact that he did get a boulder to move somehow, on his own. And I'm entirely willing to believe he punched it.

[scythegun]

Your world was ridiculous.

[But he's trying not to laugh, okay.]