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[scythegun]

GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[scythegun]

Ja, it certainly sounds that way. I can't imagine a memory that doesn't have some sort of attachment to it.

You're probably right about the lack of fear, though. Fear's the worst.

[manufactured]

...At least one of the things I've seen was likely deserving of it.

Some of it I can write off as being too adrenaline-fueled for the fear to really activate in any way, which is fine. But there have been a few instances where I'm not sure why that reaction was absent, either.

[scythegun]

Oh? Such as...?

[manufactured]

...I don't recall why I was there, or what I was trying to do. But I remember entering a large underground area of some sort - something that I expected to be a basement of some sort.

It was a torture dungeon.

[Yeah.]

It was subdivided into cells, each of them containing mutilated corpses. Some of them were lying on the floor and left to rot, some of them were chained to the walls still by their wrists and necks. Some weren't human anymore - there were monsters stalking about, similar to that one I told you about fighting once. Lisa.

[...Yeah.]

It seems the sort of thing I should have been troubled by; for some inexplicable reason, I wasn't.

[scythegun]

...Oh.

[What do you say to something like that? No wonder Wesker thinks the person these memories are coming from was a terrible person.]

Was it like you expected it or was it just... something you were fine with for whatever reason?

[manufactured]

[He shakes his head after a moment. Give him a second; this is kind of veering into things that he suspects he should be avoidant about but - ]

...Neither, because I wouldn't say I was fine with it. It was just something I didn't care about.

[...]

I believe I found it "inconvenient."

[scythegun]

"Inconvenient"...

[Man, you really were fucked up, huh.]

You really do have the strangest memories. It sounds terrible.

[manufactured]

It's why I've decided to disassociate from them entirely. Whatever this person's problem was, it's no concern of mine; I have no interest in forming any sort of emotional investment in either his well-being or his actions.

I still want answers for what he's done and why I'm receiving these memories in the first place. And I intend to seek those answers to the best of my ability. But beyond that, there's nothing.

[scythegun]

Understandably so. I can't say I blame you for any of that. That sort of person...

[He trails off and shakes his head.]

Well anyway, here's hoping we get some answers about what's happening and why we're receiving these memories in the first place. I'd like to know how to make it stop as well!

[manufactured]

[Again, there's a pause.]

Now that it's started, I want to see it through. I understand that you may not agree with me on all counts when it comes to that, and for a while I wanted it to stop as well.

But I've come to a decision, and I don't want to leave it be.

[scythegun]

...I hope you do get to see it through, then. I hope you learn everything you can about this other person.

But if you ever need someone to talk to about any of this, I'm always here. You don't have to shoulder it alone.

[manufactured]

...You keep offering me that.

[It isn't really going anywhere, though it sounds like it should be; he doesn't...really know what to do with it, honestly.]

[scythegun]

Of course I do! Because knowing you, you'll keep it all pent up inside and never tell anyone and that'll just drive you crazy! You know you can trust me, ja? Haven't I proven myself useful already?

[They're all light words, easily spoken with a teasing tone, like he already knows the answer. It's difficult to be so serious all the time, alright.]

[manufactured]

...If I thought I couldn't trust you, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

[Why are you like this.]

It hardly matters either way. I'll manage, regardless; you know I will.

[scythegun]

[if it makes you feel any better, he doesn't know why he's like this.]

Of course! I've never had any doubt about that! I'm only offering because it could make things a little easier on you, that's all.

[manufactured]

You're offering to make my life easier.

You.

[We clearly have all died and gone to hell, haven't we.]

[scythegun]

You make it sound like I'd never do anything to help my dearest friend! I'm wounded, Albert! Wounded.

[manufactured]

...I'm going to assume that was sarcasm and move on.

[What the actual fuck is this, good lord.]

[scythegun]

You're no fun at all, you know that?

[g o s h]

[manufactured]

And yet you continue to invite me over anyway.

[...He should probably take his gun back eventually.]

[scythegun]

[Oh, right, you can have it back!]

Only because you require my assistance! What would you do without me~?

[manufactured]

Inflicting my confusing weapons on someone else, most likely.

[scythegun]

And we can't have that now can we?

...That really is the most confusing handgun I've ever seen though. Let me know if you remember anything about it!

[manufactured]

I will.

[He tips his head a bit, though.]

Assuming it's the same gun I was using to fight Lisa, the laser sight must have been added later, because I don't recall seeing it then... Which I suppose would make sense, because I suspect there was something amiss with his vision later in life.

[scythegun]

Oh? What makes you say that?