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[scythegun]

GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[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.]

[manufactured]

It was, yes.

[And it's like it was last time this sort of thing was discussed - he doesn't sound at all like he minds the notion that he was from somewhere insane like that. It was a total mess, yes, but he does want it to exist again; honestly, while he does understand why he decided to be the way he was toward it in his memories, he can't imagine wanting to destroy it now, even with all he knows about it.]

[scythegun]

[That gets him to laugh, but he'll settle quickly enough.]

I suppose my world's not any better, though. Maybe we all came from worlds that make no sense!

[manufactured]

It would explain a good amount, anyway.