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GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[scythegun]

[Jaeger pats Wesker's arm at that.]

What did you remember?

[manufactured]

Some person that I used to know. One of my contacts on the black market; his name was Ricardo Irving. He spoke like he was from...New Jersey? Boston, perhaps... Somewhere with one of those very heavy, distinctive accents, though I can't place exactly where.

I don't recall much else about him. We dealt in Plagas for a while, however.

[scythegun]

Ah, so that must be why you remembered him... Did you just remember his name and how you knew him?

[manufactured]

I have a vague idea of what he looked like, but it's nothing I can draw well - it was exactly what you would expect, really.

[scythegun]

Haha, I can't say I'm surprised...

[manufactured]

I'll let you know if I remember anything else. Or if any more pictures show up, as the case may be.

[scythegun]

Of course! It's nice that you're getting pictures; I like seeing the people from your memories.

[manufactured]

[Ah...]

Do you?

[scythegun]

Of course I do! I always prefer having some idea of what I'm looking at, so it makes it a little easier to visualize it.

[manufactured]

...I like having reminders of them, personally.

[Some more than others, but still.]

[scythegun]

It's nice, ja? I wish I had pictures of some of the people I knew back then... But I don't know if cameras even existed in my world...

[manufactured]

That is a shame...

[He's fairly sure you'd want pictures of your girls, if nothing else?]

Perhaps one day Retrospec will surprise you; you never know.

[scythegun]

That's certainly a possibility! I'd like it... Ah, but I haven't received anything from Retrospec in quite some time...

[manufactured]

Sometimes I go for a while without receiving anything; I don't think they have much control over it, honestly.

[scythegun]

Yeah, it doesn't seem like there's any control over it at all... It would be nice if things were a bit more reliable...

[manufactured]

Or if we had any way to know what they will and won't give us.

[...He's still a bit concerned about Uroboros...]

[scythegun]

That would certainly be appreciated as well.

[His free hand starts to raise before he forces it back down.]

I assume they don't have much control over that either.

[manufactured]

...It doesn't seem so.

[...can he just take your hand so you're a little less tempted to do that]

[scythegun]

[Sure, that's absolutely fine. He'll squeeze your hand a bit as if in thanks.]

It would be easier to get mad at them for it, but I suppose that won't do any good.

[manufactured]

...I'm trying to make peace with it, I think.

[And that does seem honest enough.]

I'm still troubled by what's been done to me, and I don't like not knowing if there's something worse to come. It's likely that I'm always going to hate them for it on some level.

But I'm trying to accept what's happened.

[scythegun]

I think that's really all we can do at this point. I understand, though. Even though it probably isn't something I can really blame them for, I'm still furious about what's been done to me.

[To say nothing of what they've done to Wesker. Honestly, that enrages him even more than the blastia.]

But I'm doing my best to accept it and try to move on. There isn't any changing it.

[His grip tightens on Wesker's hand.]

[manufactured]

I don't fault you for it any. It hasn't changed how I feel about you at all, but I can't blame you for the anger.

[...Just...let him shift to play with your hair a bit, okay.]

[scythegun]

[He leans into that immediately, as always. It's nice and it's getting him to relax a bit.

Jaeger's not really sure what to say to that, though, and a long moment passes before he speaks. He could talk about how he hates the blastia's appearance, how it's made things so much harder than he ever really expected, or how scared he is by what its presence means physically. Does it actually serve as his heart? Did he die in his sleep, is that why he has it? They're questions he'll probably never get answered, and the uncertainty is almost as terrifying as the questions themselves. Or maybe he could talk about the anger, how he's frustrated with his own situation and beyond pissed on Wesker's behalf; he could complain about how Retrospec's completely changed their lives in ways they could never have predicted - especially because Wesker didn't even know about dying before it happened, but...

But the fight leaves him quickly enough and he sighs, letting his eyes drift shut.]

It comes and goes. Sometimes I forget it's even here.

...And you know I feel the same, ja? What you've been through, what changes you've experienced... none of that has changed how I feel about you.

[manufactured]

...As long as you're sure.

[It's not quite what he means to say, but it's what he manages; it's not quite affirmation, but it isn't an argument, either.

Just...as long as you're sure.]

[scythegun]

Of course I am.

[He moves his other hand down so he can take Wesker's in both of his hands.]

Don't ever doubt that, okay? I love you just as much now as I did before. Nothing's going to change that.