"At least... I could save you."

private & highly selective Leon S. Kennedy of the Resident Evil universe. Crossover, OC and multimuse-friendly, written by Snow (25). Main blog with rules and info: @coldstoicism

[rcqviems]

❝ You can't save anyone. ❞ #RCQVIEMS: Independent, literate & highly selective Leon S. Kennedy of the Resident Evil universe written by Snow (21+). This portrayal features Leon in the following verses: RE2, RE4, RE6, RE9 as well as the animated movies Vendetta, Infinite Darkness and Death Island. Crossover and mutlmuse friendly. Only interact if you're 21+.

RULES.  (  read before interacting. )

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM 007 FIRST LIGHT (PART 1) *  assorted dialogue from the first hour of the game, adjust as necessary.

we need visuals and a status.

what sort of retrieval are we talking about?

we are under attack.

i'm looking at the thing now. or what's left of it.

you're still on a need-to-know basis.

i'm afraid that's classified.

what's that noise?

i need you to do exactly as i say.

you need an antidote. you've been exposed to a nerve agent.

what exactly am i looking for?

have a little rest and then get to somewhere safe. you've done great.

you just get out of the camp and sit tight.

i'll follow. see what i can do.

remember who you're up against.

now you start to worry about me.

what's the point, then? they're all going to die anyway.

i think some of the others are still alive.

you need to get out of the blast zone.

stand down. that's an order.

listen carefully. you have a less than one percent chance of success.

no time to hesitate. those people need my help.

that's where i'll find the captives.

hey, listen. we don't have much time, and we need to get you out of here.

what about the others? we can't leave without them.

you'll know when you see it.

i don't know how to drive this thing!

this should keep them busy.

you could have saved them if you had spoken up.

your friends died protecting nothing. what a waste.

listen. i already freed your friends. we don't have much time.

these guys mean business.

all right. time to bring the house down.

that should stir things up a bit.

what are you doing? come on! run!

light the place up! do not let them escape!

follow me this way. there's a way out.

what is this now? you want to blow us up?

i'm not MI6.

do you have an appointment?

you sound familiar.

gotta say you're healing fast.

so... i'm in trouble.

can i grab you for a second?

now let's not get carried away, [name].

you're really enjoying this, aren't you?

everything you need to know will be explained to you shortly.

i must say you're all taking this code of secrecy seriously.

you're very talkative, aren't you?

i do enjoy a quiet office. i'm sure we can limit the small talk.

i was unaware i was under MI6 command and i just chose not to take your advice.

i believe it's more a case of authority having issues with me.

look, i know where this is going.

do you mind telling me why i'm here?

i want to make you a spy.

i want you to join my training program.

it's unlikely you'll pass the test.

when do i start?

you're dismissed.

you have some catching up to do.

better get you up to speed.

judging from your profile i'm sure you'll get along splendidly.

your flight's waiting for you, so you'd better get a move on.

you're not here for sightseeing.

to do this, you need skill, discipline, and above all, dedication.

pure dumb luck will only get you so far.

i like what you've done with the place.

you really have a knack for stating the obvious.

i expect the list of things you don't know is quite extensive.

would you do the honors?

okay, show me what you've got.

i do love a challenge.

i think we'd be wasting our time.

[heartfulmonster]

@rcqviems sent 🪓

it wasn’t hard for krauser to snap bones. other people’s, that is. the man underneath him was writhing, crying out in pain as krauser laughed, his leg now shattered.

it was so easy to toy with humans now, so small, fragile, weak. they were like insects to him, minuscule compared to his power. his knife slid like butter through flesh and bone, cutting off anymore struggling.

reveling in the kill, he stands over the body until his head whips to the side. someone else is here, he can sense their presence. it's like a homing beacon, their heat. predator instincts still in overdrive he turns and is met with a familiar face.

"come to realize your true potential?" krauser sneers, lip curled in a snarl.

[rcqviems]

To think they had been on the same side once, fighting for the same cause… Sure, Krauser had always been somewhat of a sadistic prick, but this? Leon had never been the squeamish type, but witnessing the gruesome death of Krauser’s unfortunate victim, he feels his stomach turn, the taste of bile burning bitter on his tongue. It’s too late to save the man. Another life expiring before his eyes. Would it ever end?

“What the hell’s wrong with you, Krauser?” He finds nothing human behind the other’s eyes, nothing but animal instinct and greed. “My true potential? Don’t think I’d ever want to become like you.” The thought alone repulses him. He’d never betray the people he had promised to protect.

“Some suits screwed you over. I’ve been there. So what? You want innocent people to die for that?” Leon doesn’t know why he tries to argue. What’s the whole damn point of it? Krauser’s too far gone to listen to a thing he has to say. The corpse at his feet is proof of that. Leon himself isn’t sure what he’s trying to accomplish here. He knows what must be done, knows how this encounter would end. Krauser would leave him no choice.

[sasorikigai]

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥|| The silence after Leon speaks is not the silence of a man caught unprepared. It is the silence of a man who has been waiting - not for the question, but for the quality of the questioner, and has now, at last, found it sufficient.

Hanzo does not move immediately. He stands at the tactical display with his hands still at his sides, and the light makes something of his face that photographs never quite manage: the architecture of a grief so old it has become something else entirely, calcified into purpose, into the particular composure of a man who has made his devastation useful.

He turns.

Not quickly. There is nothing performative about the motion. He simply turns, and faces Leon Kennedy, and for a moment the room holds them both in its fluorescent honesty - two men made by catastrophe, carved into their present shapes by the hands of the dead.

A second lab, Kennedy has said. There always is.

Yes. There always is.

Something shifts behind Hanzo's eyes. Not surprise. Recognition. The look a soldier gives another soldier when the latter says the thing that only survivors know to say - the knowledge purchased not from briefings or intelligence reports but from standing in the smoke and counting what remains.

"You are correct," he says, and the words are low and unadorned. Not a concession. A confirmation. The way a compass confirms north. "There is a secondary installation. We have coordinates. We do not yet have a clear map of its interior, which means we are not yet ready to breach it." He lets the weight of yet do its work. "We will be."

He moves then, unhurried, back toward the table. Not away from Leon - across from him, the table between them no longer a barrier but a shared surface, a place where two men might bend together over the same problem. His hands find the edge of it. He does not sit.

"The record," he says, and there is something in the word now - not the dismissal of a man who does not read files, but the careful honesty of one who reads them and knows their limits. His jaw shifts once. "I have read yours. I know what the paper says about you. I know what it does not say." He is quiet for a moment. "I have learned that the spaces between the documented facts are often where a man lives most truthfully."

He looks at the map between them.

"I did not survive because I was prepared," he says. Not performance. Not pride stripped down. Something older and more difficult - the truth that a man arrives at only after he has been broken open enough times to finally stop lying about the architecture of his own endurance. "I survived because of the people standing beside me. Because Kuai Liang chose to extend mercy when I had given him no reason to do so. Because there were those who looked at what I had become and continued, nonetheless, to act as though what I was still mattered."

He does not look up from the map when he says it. Hanzo Hasashi is not a man who performs vulnerability. He simply states the truth of a thing, flat and without ornamentation, the way one states the depth of a river before crossing.

"The record does not contain them," he says. "The record contains me. But I am not what made me." He finally looks up, and his eyes find Kennedy's with the same unhurried weight as before - the same accounting, but different now in quality. The reading of a man who has decided the measure is sufficient and set the instrument down. "I think you understand this."

Then - and only then - does he address the last thing Leon has said. The observation about regenerative capability. The careful, intelligent guess of a man who has fought long enough to recognize the wrong kind of impossible when he sees it walking toward him.

Hanzo's mouth does something that is not quite a smile. It is too restrained for that, too measured - the ghost of an expression that remembers how smiling works and replicates it with the precision of long practice.

"Accurate enough," he says. "For an operational briefing." He does not elaborate. He does not owe elaboration yet, and Leon - who clearly understands the calculus of things owed and things earned - will know this. What he gives instead is the thing of greater value; acknowledgement. The confirmation that the observation was not dismissed, not deflected, was seen and accounted for. You are paying attention. Good. So am I.

"We will know each other better," he says, "by the end of this." Not a warning. Not a threat. Simple operational probability: men who survive things together always do.

He straightens. His hands leave the table edge.

"The second installation," he says, returning to the work because the work is what they are here for, because this is what it means to function - to bring yourself fully to the task and let the task do what time and proximity will do anyway. "Walk me through how you identified the pattern. Not the conclusion. The path you took to it." He wants the mind, not the output. He wants to know how Kennedy thinks when the data is incomplete and the stakes are absolute. "Begin where you began." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥||

[rcqviems]

A secondary installation. Of course there is.

The confirmation would not have been necessary, he had already assumed as much. Knowing the way Umbrella operates, the kind of experiments they conduct inside those hidden facilities, he is well aware of the risks that breaching an underground lab without sufficient upfront intel would pose. Going in there without a map, without a plan, would be nothing short of a suicide mission.

Hanzo Hasashi is right, they are not ready to breach it. Yet.

That small word carries more weight than the other can possibly imagine. Not yet means days might pass until they can put a stop to Umbrella’s operations here, and every day they choose to sit idle, more lives would be lost.

Leon lowers his head with a sigh, the small sound betraying his exhaustion, the ever-present, bone-deep weariness of a man finding himself on the same battlefield over and over, yet nowhere closer to winning the fight.

Time is working against them. He does not say so out loud, Hasashi already knows. His scars speak of experience, of battles fought and horrors witnessed, each line telling the story of survival and endurance beyond what any human should be capable of enduring. Leon senses, knows, that the roads they took to be standing here today were not as different as either of them might assume. The grief reflected in the other’s eyes is familiar, a mirror image of his own pain, regret so deep it became purpose.

They are facing each other now, on opposite ends of the long table inside the briefing room, Leon with his arms crossed, Hasashi leaning over the map in front of them.

He raises an eyebrow when the other brings up the record. Leon had almost hoped the Commander hadn’t read it. An empty collection of achievements, only containing outcomes, but never their cost, never the sacrifices. Hasashi strikes him as the diligent type, thorough, intentional in everything he does. Of course, he would want to get an idea of who he has to work with.

“ Well, it doesn’t mention that I like to bake cakes on Sunday. ” He quips nonchalantly, blue eyes lifting from the map to observe the other as he speaks. Humor had become a shield, an instinct triggered by tension. His expression shifts back into something more serious as the other continues. He had not expected Hasashi to share something this personal with him, each word a mirror reflecting his own truths back to him.

I did not survive because I was prepared.

He’s back in Raccoon City, a rookie cop, hopeful, eager to meet his colleagues. Clueless to the nightmare his first day on the force would turn into.

I survived because of the people standing beside me.

He thinks of Ada, always on the wrong side, always rushing to his rescue. Luis, whose research had saved him from the plagas infection. He thinks of Krauser, the man who trained him, prepared him for the impossible, the man he had to kill… All these faces seared into his memory, so vivid in his nightmares. An endless list of debts he could not repay.

I think you understand this.

Leon does not respond. He understands, of course, and Hanzo already knows.

He doesn’t miss the almost-smile the other regards him with, suggesting that his guess had been correct. Regenerative powers. Interesting. Leon does not press for further explanations. For the moment, the information he has been given suffices. Hasashi is right, they would know each other better by the end of this.

Shifting his focus back to the work, he looks down at the map again, studying it as if waiting for the image to rearrange itself into the answer. “ How I identified the pattern… ” Leon repeats, the words too clean, too logical, too wrong to describe what the process had been like. He meets Hanzo’s eyes across the table. “ By walking right in through the front door, I suppose. ” He nods towards the file sitting between them. ” Raccoon City. First time I’ve ever been inside one of these facilities. I’m sure you read all about it. Underground lab. Doors with elaborate security systems. Puzzles… I learned to read my surroundings, to piece maps together by walking down the same corridors, over and over. The things I’ve seen there… ” He pauses, shakes his head as if to scatter the fragments of memories before they could form a full image in his mind. " After Raccoon City, I thought it was finally over, but in time we discovered more facilities. Everywhere across the globe. Because of my previous experience, I… I assisted in many of the operations to shut them down. What I did the first time, I repeated. Going in blindly. Figuring out what the environment was trying to tell me. Fighting whatever horrors I came across on the way. ” He pauses for a moment, his gaze sharpening into determination. Waiting for more intel could mean risking another outbreak. He had never set foot inside Umbrella’s facilities with the expectation to make it back out, only to finish the mission.

[mythshire]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ··· a collection of medical tension, hospital corridors, life & death stakes sentence starters. genre: medical drama, hurt and comfort, high stakes. 

• You shouldn't be working this shift—you're running on fumes. • I need you to trust me right now, okay? Can you do that? • When was the last time you actually slept? • Your hands are shaking. Let me take over. • I can't lose another patient today. I can't. • You're not fine. Don't lie to me, I can read your vitals from here. • We did everything we could. Sometimes that's not enough. • I'm calling it. Time of death— • No, no, no. Come on. Stay with me. • You need to step back. You're too close to this case. • I saw what happened in there. Are you okay? • The family's asking for you. I think you should talk to them. • How long have you been covering up these symptoms? • I don't know how to tell them their kid didn't make it. • Your shift ended three hours ago. Go home. • I've never seen you panic like that before. • We have a code blue! • You can't save everyone. You know that, right? • I need two units of O-neg!  • Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? • I found you passed out in the supply closet. • You remember that patient from six months ago? They're back. • I think I'm having a panic attack.  • Congratulations, Doctor. First solo surgery, right? • The board's asking questions about what happened during that code. • I can't feel my hands anymore. • Someone needs to tell the attending they made the wrong call. • I'm not supposed to be treating family, but here we are. • Your patient in bed seven? That's my sister. • They're crashing—get the crash cart! • I need you to walk me through what went wrong. • You stayed with them. All night. Why? • I haven't eaten in fourteen hours and I'm starting to see double. • The transplant list just got longer and our donor didn't make it. • You can't keep taking the hard cases. It's killing you. • I heard you crying in the stairwell. • This is exactly the kind of case that ended your last relationship. • Your ex just got admitted to our floor. • I'm sorry, there's nothing more we can do. It's palliative now. • You need to scrub out. Now. • I pulled a double and now I can't remember if I already gave that medication. • The family wants to sue. They're naming you specifically. • I know we said no relationships between attendings and residents, but— • You operated on them for eleven hours straight. • I'm not cleared to come back yet, but I'm here anyway. • Whose blood is that on your coat? • The on-call room is not for sleeping anymore, apparently. • You've been charting for three hours. Go take a break. • I made a mistake in there. A big one. • Your first loss always hits different, doesn't it? • They left AMA and now they're back, worse than before.

[sasorikigai]

@rcqviems gets a starter.

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥|| The briefing room smells of old war. Of cleaned steel and unspoken burial rites.

Hanzo Hasashi does not enter a room so much as arrive in it - the distinction matters, the way weather matters, the way the first crack in ice before a body falls through matters. He is already standing when Leon Kennedy looks up, as though he materialized from the cold geometry of the shadows behind the fluorescent hum, as though he has always been there, patient as a held breath.

He is not in the armor tonight. He is in tactical black, subdued and severe, silver threading his pulled-back hair like seams of ore through dark stone. The clan markings are hidden beneath a commander's collar. But nothing about him reads as ordinary. Nothing about him reads as safe. He carries stillness the way a drawn blade carries stillness - taut, purposeful, a quietude that is not peace but the architecture of restrained force.

His eyes find Leon's face and stay there. Not a threat. An accounting. The slow, thorough reading of a man who has learned to measure others in seconds because seconds are all the living ever have.

He lets the silence hold between them a moment longer than courtesy allows. This is not rudeness. This is appraisal. He has buried too many ghosts who went into battle beside strangers wearing pleasant faces, and he will not do so again without first knowing the weight of the man across from him.

"You come with a name I have been given," he says at last, and his voice is low and deliberate, each word placed like a step across uncertain terrain, "and a record that precedes you like smoke before flame."

He sets a single folder on the table between them. Doesn't open it. The gesture says: I have read you already. I do not need the paper.

"I am Hanzo Hasashi." Not Commander. Not rank, not title, not the name the fire gave him in the Netherrealm - not yet. Here he is the man before the myth, the flesh before the legend, and he offers the lesser name deliberately, a stone laid at the threshold. We begin as men. We will see what we become.

"What we are hunting does not care which banner we carry into its territory." His jaw tightens once, almost imperceptibly - a hairline fracture of something older than this mission, older than this room, pressing against the composure he wears like a second skin. "What we are hunting has fed on the careless. On the proud. On those who believed their preparation was sufficient."

He moves to the tactical display. His hands, when they work the interface, are unhurried but precise - no wasted motion, the hands of a man for whom efficiency is a form of respect for the dead.

"I do not require you to trust me," he says, and there is no wound in it, no plea dressed as indifference. It is simply true, the way gravity is true. "I require you to function. I require you to speak when you see what I do not, and to act when action is the only language left."

He turns then, and the light catches the old scar at his throat, the constellation of harder histories written in his skin, and his eyes hold the particular quality of a man who has looked into the source of darkness and returned - not unchanged, not unbroken exactly, but reforged, the fractures filled with something harder than the original.

"Tell me what you know," he says. "Then tell me what you suspect. The truth that fits between those two things - that is where we will find our beginning." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥||

[rcqviems]

Gloved fingertips tap a soft rhythm against the surface of the table in front of him, weary blue eyes watching the man before him move with the ease of a shadow and the authority of someone whose presence alone is a command, invoking respect and reverence alike. He doesn't see Hanzo Hasashi enter the room so much as he feels it, a clear shift in tension. The other's attire matches his own, practicality and purpose chosen over mere aesthetics. Leon knows a dangerous man when he sees him. He had fought dangerous men, had trained alongside them, long enough for that word to lose meaning, for danger to become trivial. Still, he figures it's a good thing this man is on the same team as him.

Their eyes meet like sea and shore, in mutual acknowledgement of each other, with the particular respect of soldiers encountering each other on the battlefield. Leon holds the other's gaze, open and earnest, even as it pierces deeper, unearthing things he had tried to bury and forget. They must be visible to the other now, the lines of exhaustion, of pain etched deep enough into skin to become its' own kind of scar. He doesn't look away first, understanding that this moment holds more weight than any words that might follow after, determining whether or not Hanzo Hasashi would consider him worth trusting.

In return, he examines the Commander's features, recognizing the familiar traces of grief only battle can leave behind on a man's face. The scars do not go unnoticed either, old and gnarly and not much unlike his own.

Leon's eyes land on the folder, the one containing his information, unopened. Good, he thinks to himself. " In my experience, impressive records matter very little out there. " He knows why he is still alive, not because of some record, not because of skill, not even because of pure chance. He is alive because of people. People like Marvin Branagh, who had saved him and died. People like Ada and Luis and all those who had taken a look at him and seen someone worth saving. He is still here because of them and he is here for them.

" Leon Kennedy. " He introduces himself out of politeness, not necessity. The other already knows his name. Leon had skimmed through his file on the flight here. He knows this man is nothing short of a legend. Survived things that would have cut anyone else's career short. Came back each time and continued rising through the ranks. He respects it, but more than that he knows that war never forges legends, only victims.

He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he listens. Function. That he can do. He is used to following orders, used to partnering up with others in the field should a mission require it. And this? This is Hanzo Hasashi's turf. Things would be done his way. Leon had expected as much when he had been sent here to assist in this fight. " I know." He says plainly. " I'm familiar with these things. Been fighting them for the past two decades. "

His attention is briefly drawn to the scar on the other's throat. Must have been a nasty injury. One that, under normal circumstances, would not heal easily. Somewhere within the file he had read, the cause of it is probably listed in the cold terminology in which field medics catalogue wounds like inventory. Leon had skipped that section.

" You wanna hear what I know? About you or the mission? " He figures it does not make much of a difference. He had been given the bare minimum of intel about both, after all. " I know you've recently discovered an Umbrella facility still operating in secret. I know our mission is to shut it down for good. What I suspect however, is this. " He stands, makes his way over to the tactical display and pulls up a map, pointing at the location marked on it in glaring red. " A second lab. Below ground level. Hidden. There must be more. There always is. "

He goes quiet then, debating whether or not he should say what he's about to say next.

" As for you... I know you're pretty damn hardy. My best guess? Some kind of regenerative abilities. " Perhaps he is overstepping boundaries too quickly, but he prefers to know who he is up against or, in this case, who he is fighting side by side with. The man in front of him is no B.O.W., that much he is certain of. However, there is more to Hanzo Hasashi than he lets on and Leon cannot trust someone he barely knows.

[rcqviems]

Inbox call:

I'd like to get some writing going on this brandnew blog, so feel free to like this post for me to send you ask memes you've reblogged or a completely unprompted starter if that's preferred. Multimuse blogs please specifiy your muse in the comments.

[rcqviems]

“you’re a lot older than i remember, rookie. years catching up to you?”

( @heartfulmonster )

❝ And you're a lot more alive than I remember, Krauser. ❝ His former mentor's sudden comeback, albeit unexpected, does not unsettle him nearly as much as he feels it should. Umbrella's creations are nothing if not resilient and Krauser had already been a hardy bastard in life. Leon readies his hatchet, braces himself for the inevitable fight. He'd put Krauser down again if he had to, he managed to do so once after all with the Plagas parasite still active inside his body. Now there's the T-Virus, slowly and silently chipping away at what is left of him. Ironic, how they're back at the very same start once more. ❝ What do you want this time, major? ❝

[heartfulmonster]

Admittedly, Krauser hadn't had a plan. He'd seen Leon, and flashed back so spectacularly he'd gotten whiplash. It was weird, to see him so much older, not the baby faced rookie he'd trained. It maybe made Krauser a bit nostalgic. His eyes catch on the shifting of Leon's stance, the weapon in a tight grip. He notes the absence of a gun with a faint smirk, and maybe a bit of pride.

"None of that, kid. I think we're well past the unpleasantries." As far as Krauser was concerned, his grievances with Leon died on Valdelobos. He had challenged him, they fought, Leon won. Krauser had no reason to be bitter.

Keen eyes catch the black blotches on the other's skin, similar to the plaga from so long ago. Had his whip smart and resourceful rookie not gotten rid of the parasite? "Feeling a bit under the weather?"

[rcqviems]

Never lower your guard too early. The very first lesson Krauser had taught him. Leon remembers it well, it had saved his life countless of times, becoming instinct more so than conscious choice. His posture loses none of its tension, but he lowers the hatchet, just enough to signal to the other that he's willing to merely talk for now.

❝ Not trying to kill me this time? Must be my lucky day. ❝ A painfully familiar face takes shape within the haze of his thoughts, a ghost summoned by his own guilt. Luis Serra. Leon is nowhere near forgiving Krauser for Serra's death, but his mission isn't vengeance and the number of fights his body can withstand is limited now. With the T-Virus progressing, he has to conserve energy. He needs to focus on what matters. Save Grace. Destroy what is left of Umbrella.

❝ Me? Never been better. ❝ Of course, Krauser had discovered the infection. It's not particularly well hidden anymore. The black markings had long since moved past the glove and up his wrist. At least they didn't affect the mobility of his limbs. He needs them to remain functional long enough to finish what he came here for. ❝ Care to tell me who's side you're on now? ❝

[lsklvr]

LEON SCOTT KENNEDY in RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM, 2026

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Leon Kennedy in Resident Evil Infinite Darkness(2021)

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Jill and Leon in Death Island requested by Anon

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Leon S. Kennedy in RESIDENT EVIL 2 REMAKE (2019) dev. Capcom

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WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOW RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM (2026), dev. Capcom

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RESIDENT EVIL 9 REQUIEM (2026)

[rcqviems]

“you’re a lot older than i remember, rookie. years catching up to you?”

( @heartfulmonster )

❝ And you're a lot more alive than I remember, Krauser. ❝ His former mentor's sudden comeback, albeit unexpected, does not unsettle him nearly as much as he feels it should. Umbrella's creations are nothing if not resilient and Krauser had already been a hardy bastard in life. Leon readies his hatchet, braces himself for the inevitable fight. He'd put Krauser down again if he had to, he managed to do so once after all with the Plagas parasite still active inside his body. Now there's the T-Virus, slowly and silently chipping away at what is left of him. Ironic, how they're back at the very same start once more. ❝ What do you want this time, major? ❝

[comabite]

DSO golden boy

RE: Vendetta

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

Troy Saga ❛  do what i say and you'll see them again.  ❜ ❛  what do you live for? what do you try for?  ❜ ❛  say no more, i know tat i'm ready.  ❜ ❛  the blood on your hands is something you won't lose.  ❜ ❛  is the price i pay endless pain?  ❜ ❛  something feels off here, i see fire but there's no smoke.  ❜ ❛  we should try to find a way no one ends up dead.  ❜ ❛  why should we take when we could give?  ❜ ❛  i see in your face, there's so much guilt inside your heart.  ❜ ❛  have you forgotten the lessons i taught you?  ❜

The Cyclops Saga ❛  it's almost too perfect, too god to be true.  ❜ ❛  what gives you the right to deal a pain so deep?  ❜ ❛  your life now is in my hand.  ❜ ❛  remember them, we're the ones who carry on.  ❜ ❛  what good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?  ❜ ❛  i am your darkest moment.  ❜ ❛  i don't know where i went wrong but i warned ya', and you failed the test.  ❜ ❛  that's just like you, why should i be surprised?  ❜ ❛  unlike you, every time someone dies i'm left to deal with the strain.  ❜ ❛  i'll remind you i saw you as a friend but now we're done.  ❜

The Ocean Saga ❛  at this rate, we won't make it out alive.  ❜ ❛  please don't tell me you're about to do what i think you'll do.  ❜ ❛  yes, but how much longer til your luck runs out?  ❜ ❛  you rely on wit, and people die on it.  ❜ ❛  you're like the brother i could never do without.  ❜ ❛  and suddenly you doubt that i could figure this out?  ❜ ❛  keep your friends close and your enemies closer, never really know who you can trust.  ❜ ❛  'cause the end always justifies the means.  ❜ ❛  do you know who i am?  ❜ ❛  you are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great.  ❜

The Circe Saga ❛  whatever you need to say can wait some more.  ❜ ❛  there's no length i wouldn't go if it was you i had to save.  ❜ ❛  wouldn't you like a taste of the power?  ❜ ❛  don't thank me friend, you very well may die.  ❜ ❛  did you do something to them?  ❜ ❛  if you make one wrong move, then you're done for.  ❜ ❛  you and i are now evenly matched.  ❜ ❛  you've given me no reason to bestow you with my trust.  ❜ ❛  who's to say, with the mistakes i've made that they will be the last mistakes i ever make?  ❜ ❛  this is the price we pay to love.  ❜

The Underworld Saga ❛  all i hear are screams, every time i dare to close my eyes.  ❜ ❛  i no longer dream, only nigtmares of those who've died.  ❜ ❛  when does a man become a monster?  ❜ ❛  now you tell us our effort's are for nothing?  ❜ ❛  how has everything been turned against us?  ❜ ❛  do i need to change?  ❜ ❛  i'm the only one whose line i haven't crossed.  ❜ ❛  what if i'm the problem that's been hiding all along?  ❜ ❛  what if i've been far too kind to foes but a monster to ourselves?  ❜ ❛  if i became the monster and threw that guilt away would that make us stronger?  ❜

The Thunder Saga ❛  you wouldn't have spared me. i made a mistake like this, it almost cost my life.  ❜ ❛  i've got a secret i can no longer keep.  ❜ ❛  you know that we are the same.  ❜ ❛  we must do what it takes to survive.  ❜ ❛  tell me you did not know that would happen.  ❜ ❛  if you want all the power, you must carry all the blame.  ❜ ❛  how are we supposed to trust you now?  ❜ ❛  how much longer must i suffer now?  ❜ ❛  someone's gotta die today and you have got the final say.  ❜ ❛  please don't make me do this.  ❜

The Wisdom Saga ❛  you've made your worst mistake here.  ❜ ❛  this cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good.  ❜ ❛  you're my friend, i couldn't ask for more.  ❜ ❛  did you know you talk in your sleep?  ❜ ❛  i'm what you want here, i'm what you need here.  ❜ ❛  you don't know what i've gone through.  ❜ ❛  i know your life's been hard, i'll stay inside your heart.  ❜ ❛  life would be so much worse if you had died.  ❜ ❛  you dare to defy me, to make me feel shame?  ❜ ❛  no one beats me, no one wins my game.  ❜