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GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[scythegun]

Hmm. I'm sure there's a reason behind it, but I can't say what it could be.

[He'll set the knife back down on the table and shrug.]

At least, I'm hoping there's some kind of secret method to their madness! If there isn't, I don't know what I'll do.

[manufactured]

To hear the others talk, it has something to do with past lives.

[...However, we're going to abandon that line of thought with a good several few moments of silence and more alcohol, um.]

I'm not entirely certain how much I believe that, however. Just on principle, it's patently ridiculous.

[scythegun]

[More alcohol is always the answer.]

Mm, agreed. It sounds so ridiculous, doesn't it? Past lives... hah.

[He doesn't sound very amused, though.]

[manufactured]

...Don't tell me you've been considering that as well.

[come on buddy don't do this to him]

[scythegun]

It's not something I'm putting that much thought into, don't worry!

[He holds up a hand and laughs, this time it sounds closer to genuine.]

But it's something I haven't dismissed entirely, if you want me to be perfectly honest. I'm not sure what to make of any of this.

[manufactured]

I'm a man of science, Jaeger. I'm not going to put much stock into all of this new-age reincarnation...whatnot without any sort of proof.

[scythegun]

Of course not. And I certainly don't blame you for that! But I can't dismiss it quite as easily.

[If only because it's easier to hold onto something.]

Anyway... Are you going to tell me what happened to cause you to seek me out tonight?

[manufactured]

[Mnnngh.]

Why are you so interested? Nothing happened.

[scythegun]

Oh come now, why wouldn't I be interested? You never want to do anything fun with me!

[Even if this isn't exactly his usual idea of "fun".]

[manufactured]

Whether I want to or not, you often see to it that I do.

[...Wesker, that isn't the point.]

[scythegun]

If I didn't, who would? You need to live a little, ja?

[But don't think you've distracted him that easily!!]

I doubt nothing happened, by the way.

[manufactured]

...It's along the lines of the knife. It's inexplicable, and I don't care to consider it too much.

[scythegun]

[...oh, that's definitely different.]

A "memory"? That's what everyone else is calling them, at least.

[manufactured]

No.

[That's...sudden, and vehement, and completely devoid of any explanation whatsoever.]

[scythegun]

[...Ohhhhh boy.]

That bad, huh?

[manufactured]

It hardly matters at this point, if it can be said to have mattered at all.

[He's fairly aware that Jaeger isn't going to let it go; that doesn't mean he has to be at all cooperative.]

[scythegun]

If it didn't matter at all, you wouldn't be here. Whatever it was couldn't have been good if it's driving you to seek out my company!

[It's light-hearted, but he's still studying Wesker carefully.]

[manufactured]

[He's just kind of...agitatedly quiet at that for a moment.]

It didn't even feel like me in the first place - or at the very least, not something I would normally do under any sane circumstances.

[It isn't quiet or withdrawn, but it is rather bitter-sounding.]

I didn't understand the reason behind anything that was happening, it was very brief.

[scythegun]

[Jaeger listens to all of that quietly.]

...Will you tell me what it was you saw?

[manufactured]

I...

[He doesn't finish that thought right away, though he isn't still; he's just...playing with the liquid inside the glass a bit, swirling it idly while he considers, and once in a while he shakes his head as though he's debating with himself.

It takes him a while.]

...I murdered someone.

[scythegun]

[He doesn't interrupt or try to rush Wesker any. He's already on thin ice as it is and he's certain that if he'd tried this before Wesker had any alcohol in him the man would've just left. It's best to let Wesker take his time to figure out if he wants to talk or not.

Thankfully(?) he does. Unfortunately, it's not something Jaeger's prepared for.]

Oh. I see. That's... certainly something, isn't it? What happened?

[manufactured]

...I don't know. I was talking to someone, and...

[He shakes his head again.]

He was at least fifty years older and forty pounds lighter than I was. Very...frail, very fragile. He was in a wheelchair, he had some sort of scalp vein set attached to his head. He was likely going to die very soon; I've no idea who he was.

[He couldn't have fought back, which is what's weirding him out.]

We spoke briefly; he said something about it being ironic that he was about to die, and I don't understand why but that...upset me, and I killed him.

[scythegun]

[OH OKAY, THIS JUST WENT FROM BAD TO WORSE, UM

He absolutely doesn't have enough alcohol for this, let him refill his glass.]

Goodness, that sounds dreadful. I can see why you're so opposed to the idea that these are memories.

[Why would that anger Wesker and cause him to kill an old man? Who knows. Wesker doesn't seem like the sort to murder an old man in cold blood.]

Was there anything else about it or was that it? Just... killing someone.

[Because goddamn is that a terrible memory to regain.]

[manufactured]

The most that came before it was him speaking to me, as I told you, and then I killed him. I was holding him up and against me when he died, and after I was finished with him I let his body drop to the floor.

That was-

[He cuts off abruptly at that; he's quiet for a moment again.]

I said something to him, as he died.

He had been talking to me about how he had wanted to become God. That was what upset me - and as I killed him, I told him that any right he may have had to become God was now mine.

[For what it's worth, his tone implies that he is fully aware that that is nowhere near a normal thing to say to someone, much less while you're killing them.]

Murdering someone, declaring myself God, I don't know why I would have - ...Do you at least see what I mean when I say it doesn't strike me as anything I would do normally, all of that is insane.

[scythegun]

Of course it's insane. And of course I can't see you doing anything like that normally! You don't strike me as the sort who would want to be God, anyway.

[This is so far above his pay grade, oh my god.]