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GUNTHER SCHWARZ

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

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[manufactured]

[For a brief moment he just...stares, before glancing away; after a moment he shakes his head.]

Whether it was cruel or not, it was likely deserved. It isn't as though I've given you many indications otherwise, I suppose.

[scythegun]

It wasn't deserved.

[He shakes his head abruptly once that's out there, as if to clear it.]

I'm sorry. As I said, I know I'm important to you. And if anything happened to me of course you'd have a difficult time with that.

But nothing did happen, ja? Despite my worries, I'm still in one piece!

[...It's good to know Wesker would be upset if something happened to him, but he can lie to himself about already knowing that.]

[manufactured]

...Nothing happened, no.

[He doesn't know what to say to the rest of it, so he just...doesn't; the concept of what he does or doesn't deserve is a weird, nebulous thing that he's not altogether sure that he wants to get into with Jaeger beyond what he's already said about it.]

Either way, it's fine now. Don't let the rest of it concern you.

[scythegun]

I'll try not to!

[At... least he's honest...??]

I'm glad to be home. Even though those texts are really embarrassing, I'm glad we can have this conversation.

Oh, and thank you for letting me stay over. I really appreciate it.

[manufactured]

You can stay as long as you want. I don't mind the company.

[...He's trying.]

[scythegun]

...Thank you. I'm not sure how much longer I'll want to stay, but please let me know if you'd like your house back at any point! I don't want to overstay my welcome!

[It's not like he's going to move in or anything, he's just at a point where he's not sure he really wants to go back to his own large, empty house. At least Wesker's got dogs.]

[manufactured]

Understood.

[...]

I'm not particularly fond of the idea of being alone for the time being. I don't want to see most people, but this is a lot to recover from.

[scythegun]

[Oh, look at that, he's special!! Well, he already knew he was special, but it's nice to hear it anyway.]

Ja, it really is. I could probably sleep in for the majority of the week and still feel like I'm not caught up on my sleep! But I'd rather do that with someone around, so I appreciate it.

[manufactured]

Of course, Jaeger.

[He toys with the pen he's been writing with between his fingers; it gives him something to do with himself, at any rate.]

It's the least I can do, really - you've done a lot for me over the past while.

[scythegun]

I do what I can!

[He seems pleased with that, though.]

I'm glad I can help. There aren't many people I'd put this much effort for, you know!

[manufactured]

I know.

[And he does, in some way.

That said, he's quiet for a moment before just - ]

The first week was...difficult. I didn't tell you much because I didn't want to concern you, but toward the end of the week we were all fairly sure we were going to die and no one here would have any way to know about it.

[scythegun]

...You texted someone about that, I'm assuming?

[Some part of him is bothered by the fact that it wasn't him, but maybe that was for the best. What would he have done if those texts had gone through? What would he have done even if they hadn't and he had to read them after the fact?

...What he sent to Wesker really was cruel.]

I'm sorry. I understand what that feels like, but that hardly makes it any better.

[manufactured]

It's fine. I did send texts to someone regarding it, but...well, as you said, obviously nothing happened.

[He also wasn't half as cruel in his as you were, he's fairly sure, but that isn't something he's too inclined to point out; he doesn't even know why that's bothering him so much, if he's honest with himself.

Maybe it's because the person in his memories wouldn't care about things like that.]

[scythegun]

[Thanks for sparing him...]

...It bothers you anyway though, doesn't it?

[Something about this is bothering Wesker at least. He's pretty damn sure of that.]

[manufactured]

...There are a few things that are. Nothing that sleep and actually eating worth anything won't solve, I'm sure.

[Right. Of course.]

[scythegun]

...Are you sure?

[manufactured]

Why wouldn't I be?

[...He doesn't sound like he expected that; Jaeger usually just lets things go, albeit with an assertion to talk to him if it ever gets bad - questioning it usually doesn't happen.]

[scythegun]

Well, we did just go through something pretty harrowing. I think it's understandable to be a mess after something like that, ja? So while I have no doubt that things will be fine eventually, it's okay if they aren't right now.

[manufactured]

[......]

...I remembered some things that were troubling during that first week. On top of everything else.

[The Are you happy now? is almost audible on the end of that.]

[scythegun]

[Well, not exactly, but hey at least he got an answer!!]

What did you remember?

[manufactured]

I'd prefer not discussing it.

[Speaking of not answering things.]

[scythegun]

[Well, he thought that might be the answer...]

I won't press you, then. Just remember that you can always talk about anything with me, ja?

[manufactured]

I know.

[There isn't any hesitance behind it; he really is aware of that much. He's quiet for a moment longer before he continues; he knows he said he doesn't want to talk, but...]

I think I understand some things. About what he was trying to do.

[...]

About what...I was trying to do, I suppose.

[scythegun]

[Jaeger doesn't say anything at first, but the initial sharp inhale probably says everything it needs to. Wesker was trying so hard to keep those memories separate and now...

Now they're supposed to believe that these are their own memories, aren't they? But... he doesn't want to believe that and he's sure that it's even worse for Wesker. He has no idea how much worse, but warmongering is probably the least of Wesker's concerns.

He shakes his head and it takes him a moment to respond.]

What was he trying to do?

[He doesn't have any reason to believe that those kids were lying about what they learned, but it's easier to default to this than to ask what Wesker was doing.]

[manufactured]

I still don't know details. I don't know what the plan was, and I don't know how he planned on carrying it out. I simply know that there was one.

[That much is important to clarify, he's fairly sure - he doesn't know exactly what was happening, just that - ]

...I remembered being on a boat. A large tanker ship, surrounded by undead creatures that I wasn't afraid of. Like they were supposed to be there. And there was someone else there - I don't know why, I don't remember. But I remembered talking to him, saying that he would understand, when he...saw my new world. There was a pile of corpses there, and then there was this thing that consumed them, some sort of monster and I don't know where it came from but apparently I created things like that, if that bat thing was anything to judge by, but this was...different...

[His speech is becoming more rapid as he continues, and he isn't making eye contact; his stare is weirdly blank, focused somewhere directly in front of him, at the blank space right in front of his eyes as opposed to anything in the room.]

I've remembered a few things similar to the monster I saw that time - it's a recurring theme, after a certain point the monsters always look similar. Perhaps I wanted to do something with them.

[...]

...I told you about what he- ...about what I said, after the old man died. About becoming a god somehow.