In that instance, we threw things at it to draw its attention and we ran. Lured it outside so that others could help us handle it. There were children in the vicinity, and we agreed that it would be better for it to pursue us than them.
I got back my memories of how to use guns outside. There were flying monsters out there, it took me a while to remember what I was doing with firearms but it eventually came back.
Taking a near-stranger out to learn how to use a weapon by fighting monsters might be a little reckless, yeah!
[It's obviously a joke, though...]
I'm sure your husband'll keep an eye on you next time anything crazy like that happens. Though I guess that'll happen whenever we head on up to Magatus.
What, you got invincibility or something from your past life? That's pretty handy.
It'll be good to have you along for the ride when we head on up there. Who knows what we'll find? Probably nothing good, so the more help we've got, the better.
It's something like that. I can technically be killed, but unless it's to something both incredibly final and absurdly unlikely, I just wake up a few minutes later as though nothing happened.
I've been to Magatus a few times before; I know the area well enough. We'll see what we find there this time, I suppose.
He was created to be the next step in evolution. Someone designed to far surpass the human race, in order to pass judgement upon them. To decide, ultimately, who lived and who died - who deserved to inherit the earth, and who deserved to be wiped off the face of it.
Bluntly put, he was created to be a god.
Unfortunately, he was made that way through brainwashing and human experimentation; by the time he got away from all of that, he was no longer human. He was never shown much kindness, nor did he have any to offer to anyone else. He was arrogant, and saw no value in anyone but himself. So when the time came to pass judgement, he killed his creator and decided to destroy the human race. To start over. Those that survived the purge would be those that were considered "chosen", and by the time he was done with them they would be greatly mutated by the process.
No more humans; just monsters, like him. That was the goal.
[...You know, he doesn't usually get that sort of response? From Jaeger, yes, but usually it's just...morbid curiosity and more questions. Not that he minds that, and he doesn't ask for sympathy with regards to these things anyway, but...]
It's appreciated, but it's fine now. It wasn't when the memories first started, and it's taken me about a year and a half since the worst of it happened to be a bit more at peace with it. But it doesn't trouble me to talk about it anymore.
Medical experimentation. I was infected with viruses intended to enhance the host. Speed, strength, durability... All of that is far beyond normal human limitations now, as are my regenerative abilities and the fact that I can't die.
[It's been over a year since he last done this; at least he's somewhat braced for the pain this time, because he isn't still in shock from getting hit by a goddamn bus and he is fully cognizant of the fact that head wounds hurt.
Either way, he just takes the handgun and presses the muzzle of it up against his temple; he takes a brief moment to breathe before pulling the trigger.
And yeah, it still hurts.
He stumbles a bit, but he manages to not drop. There's blood, but it's surprisingly little given the fact that he just shot himself in the goddamn head; it seems to have merely broken skin, and by the time he catches himself the actual injury isn't anywhere to be seen, having healed itself almost instantly. He shakes his head a bit as though to clear it; none the worse for wear, really.]
People used to shoot me in the head as a deterrent back then. It didn't always work.
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I got back my memories of how to use guns outside. There were flying monsters out there, it took me a while to remember what I was doing with firearms but it eventually came back.
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My husband does tell me often that I need to be less reckless, however. Just as a general principle.
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[It's obviously a joke, though...]
I'm sure your husband'll keep an eye on you next time anything crazy like that happens. Though I guess that'll happen whenever we head on up to Magatus.
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It'll be good to have you along for the ride when we head on up there. Who knows what we'll find? Probably nothing good, so the more help we've got, the better.
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I've been to Magatus a few times before; I know the area well enough. We'll see what we find there this time, I suppose.
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Bluntly put, he was created to be a god.
Unfortunately, he was made that way through brainwashing and human experimentation; by the time he got away from all of that, he was no longer human. He was never shown much kindness, nor did he have any to offer to anyone else. He was arrogant, and saw no value in anyone but himself. So when the time came to pass judgement, he killed his creator and decided to destroy the human race. To start over. Those that survived the purge would be those that were considered "chosen", and by the time he was done with them they would be greatly mutated by the process.
No more humans; just monsters, like him. That was the goal.
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Holy shit.
[well, yeah...]
Did he succeed?
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[...]
Really difficult. I'm sorry you've had to deal with that.
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It's appreciated, but it's fine now. It wasn't when the memories first started, and it's taken me about a year and a half since the worst of it happened to be a bit more at peace with it. But it doesn't trouble me to talk about it anymore.
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When you say you were "made" to be a god, how'd that work, exactly? Are we talking magic or something?
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[yikes...]
By now you've probably gained all that back, yeah? I guess that'd explain how you kicked one of those things and it died.
[He sounds so impressed, okay.]
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People tend to find it a bit alarming when I demonstrate certain facets of it.
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[...that's not a "no"...]
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Either way, he just takes the handgun and presses the muzzle of it up against his temple; he takes a brief moment to breathe before pulling the trigger.
And yeah, it still hurts.
He stumbles a bit, but he manages to not drop. There's blood, but it's surprisingly little given the fact that he just shot himself in the goddamn head; it seems to have merely broken skin, and by the time he catches himself the actual injury isn't anywhere to be seen, having healed itself almost instantly. He shakes his head a bit as though to clear it; none the worse for wear, really.]
People used to shoot me in the head as a deterrent back then. It didn't always work.
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He starts forward at the gunshot, but Wesker doesn't drop and by the time Shigure looks for the injury, it's gone.]
...Holy shit.
[Unlike last time, it's in awe.]
You can just... Does that happen for all injuries? You just heal right up, like it never happened?
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