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

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08/17

[manufactured]

[We should probably just accept, at this point, that if we're receiving clothes from Retrospec it's probably not going to be a terribly good day.

Wesker had fired off a text in Jaeger's direction that was both brief and admittedly more abrupt than usual, mentioning that he would be a bit late in returning home that evening; when he enters the study it's with a bunch of black fabric in his arms that he proceeds to slam into the nearest chair like it owes him money before coming over to take his usual seat on the couch, seeming highly agitated as he does so.

...It seems he's having a day today. Hi, Jaeger.]

[scythegun]

[Ah, yes, more black clothes. He is absolutely not surprised at this point. He's sort of curious if they're going to be something good-looking or a total disaster, but for now there are more pressing things to attend to.]

Are you okay, Albert?

[That's a pretty stupid question given how he's acting, but maybe it'll prompt him to talk about it.]

[manufactured]

I'm fine.

[...He is not fine. Give him a second.]

Unpleasant memories, that's all.

[scythegun]

[Oh yeah, he is definitely not fine. Jaeger moves closer after a moment and holds out a hand; he's not sure how much contact Wesker's going to want, but he'll offer it anyway.]

What did you remember?

[manufactured]

[He's not going to accept it; he'll acknowledge it, but he'll shake his head for the time being. Maybe in a bit, but not now.]

It was something involving Sergei having an egregious overreaction to something relatively minor. It's been irritating me all day.

[scythegun]

[That's fine, he'll settle and listen to what Wesker has to say.

It's not like him to get this riled over his memories... It's nice that he's being open about it, but whatever it was must have been really bad.]

What did Sergei do?

[manufactured]

...He was my superior officer while I was still working with Umbrella. I'm not certain how, exactly, because I don't think he was a researcher; I suppose it's possible that I was transferred to a different division, but it hardly matters either way.

The night I tried to leave the corporation, he stopped me as I was on my way out of the training facility; he asked me what I was doing, and I told him that I was going to my next mission. He said that defending the training facility was my mission, and that I wasn't allowed to leave.

I informed him that there was an outbreak in the facility, and that I was declaring it a loss; I was going to destroy the facility to contain the outbreak and stop it before it spread. I acknowledge that I wasn't terribly respectful in going about it, but he apparently didn't like my tone and decided to...teach me a lesson, and show me that I couldn't just do whatever I wanted.

He set one of his "brothers" I've told you about against me. This was before I was infected; as such, I nearly died in that fight.

[scythegun]

[Jaeger takes all that in, and he can certainly see why Wesker's a little angry.]

Why did he decide to try to kill you? That hardly seems practical.

[manufactured]

I don't know. I suppose he found me to be disrespectful and out of line and that's just how we did things back then.

[scythegun]

So, what, just because you were disrespectful he was going to kill you?

[why the fuck was umbrella like this]

How did you escape from that?

[manufactured]

I almost didn't. The only reason I survived is because Birkin began detonating the facility a short distance away. The explosions affected the area we were in; it gave me enough time to get out from under the thing I was trying to fight and escape.

[scythegun]

He really would have killed you, then? Well, at least you escaped, but I can certainly see why you're irritated by this! That's certainly no good reason to kill someone!

[manufactured]

I normally don't take up issue like this with Sergei trying to kill me - we each had a habit of standing directly in the way of what the other wanted, and so it was more or less the natural conclusion of things.

This just seemed egregious, however. There was no reason for that.

[scythegun]

Of course, sometimes that sort of thing happens but usually there's a reason for it. This absolutely doesn't count as a reason. From the sound of it, you were doing what you thought was best in the situation and you were a bit rude about it, but none of that is a reason to try to kill someone.

[manufactured]

Oh, I acknowledge that I deserved the reprimand, given that I should have requested permission instead of simply informing him of what I was doing. I was highly disrespectful in how I went about it.

But there's certainly a reason why I've said that I wasn't the worst person my world has to offer.

[scythegun]

Certainly not! I'm very sorry you had to remember something like this, and I really do hope you'll be able to feel a little less irritated by it soon. But I do understand, it sounds awful!

[manufactured]

[...]

It...unnerved me a bit as well, to be honest.

[He sounds rather like he doesn't want to admit that at all, but...]

Again, this was before I was infected. So it would have been very easy for that thing to kill me. It nearly did, it got me on the ground a few times.

[scythegun]

Albert...

[He shifts a little, like he's thinking of reaching out and touching Wesker, but ultimately he doesn't.]

...I'm very sorry. I'm sure it was frightening. Did you feel scared at all in the memory?

[He's assuming not, honestly...]

[manufactured]

I...

[He actually had to think about it.]

Normally I was annoyed when I dealt with Sergei. If it wasn't that, I found things interesting. This was different, however - he said he was teaching me a lesson, so I assumed he was going to hurt me badly.

It wasn't until that thing had me on the ground and he refused to call it off that I realized that he was trying to kill me, and furthermore that I was absolutely going to die unless something drastic happened. There was fear then, though I did what I could to channel it into something else. Anger. The desire to fight harder. Things like that.

[scythegun]

I see.

[It's strange to think he actually felt fear, even if it didn't last for very long.]

I'm sorry. It sounds like it was a very difficult memory. I certainly don't blame you for being scared, or for being angry. It really does seem like it would be difficult to process something like that. Is there anything I can do to help you?

[manufactured]

...I think I'll be all right. It's just stressful for the time being.

[scythegun]

Understandably so! It's a lot to take in, ja?

If you want to talk more about it, I'll listen. But if you'd rather discuss something else, I don't mind that, of course. I'm sure I can find something to distract you with, if you'd like!

[manufactured]

...A distraction might be nice.

[He seems to be settling a bit, at least.]

[scythegun]

Well, I could tell you about my day at work, but it wasn't anything too particularly exciting. Or you could tell me about the clothes you received from Retrospec!

[C'mon, he absolutely wants to see what you got!!]

[manufactured]

[Oh, that. Right.]

Apparently Retrospec rather wants to remind me of Sergei lately; I believe that's what I was wearing when I went to fight him in Russia.