“Hardly. You are not t+G’s progenitor. You are but a delusional thief, albeit one harmonized as a host. Understand that it would not at all take long for me to out your identity to the world, Morpheus. You are in no position to be making demands any longer.” This one was a wildcard, rising from the abyss of their supposed doom to re-emerge, seeking vengeance once again – their bitterness with the original corporation ran strong. However, this was easily something the Doctor could take advantage of – after all, the promise of sanctuary and livelihood to an international bioterrorist thought dead, and currently useless to the world’s current affairs, was a more than generous offer. Times had changed, powers had shifted. Morpheus’s role was no longer that of aggressor, not before the likes of him.
“The Umbrella being established in current day is the successor to Spencer’s failure. I am well aware of your anger directed towards that old establishment,” He hummed, plucking the sample from the case, holding and dangling it before the other’s gaze as if he were expecting a Pavlovian reaction. “You are a t+G carrier, a humanoid B.O.W. The truth of your nature is one only another highly-intelligent B.O.W. would be able to ascertain, namely myself and a few others. A good number of years have passed and now, more than ever, you would be hunted down and disposed of with lightning speed by military forces well equipped to combat you.” The sample was placed back into the case once more, the lid shut, one gloved hand placing itself firmly atop the silver surface.
“As you are intelligent enough to have found the means to contact me personally, there may be use for you in the future. Your desire for the t+G sample will not be granted unless you pledge your loyalty to myself, and the new Umbrella. Consider my offer carefully.”
Be thankful that they have learned some measure of self control. Such an attitude towards them, in their own mind, was an inexcusable offense that now warranted death-- however, this was not a man to be trifled with. Of Albert Wesker, Morpheus had known very little. There was a time very long ago where the two might have swam in passing schools, but they could not profess to truly know the man, only of the faintest of rumors that had surrounded him.
And, that he unfortunately spoke the truth. Things were not how the same as they were in the early 2000s, the bioterrorists that would seemingly follow their lead had seen to that. There were organizations with vast resources dedicated to the destruction of bio-organic weapons such as themselves-- and because of this, secrecy had been key to their survival.
So, they pause. Black gloved hands folding together-- yearning for the feeling of an electrical current that course through them while away from prying eyes. Jaw is set firm and finally Morpheus replies.
“ Loyalty. My, oh my... And what would such loyalty entail beyond my desire to be truly and wholly beautiful? I am quite the asset, after all, and I do have my standards. Your... Successors did not see this. Instead they cast me away to the farthest corner of the Atlantic and designated me a warden of their refuse!
I am an individual of DIGNITY, Albert. And I would rather take my chances with the BSAA than relive the embarrassments menial labor in an organization that does not recognize my worth. If you’ve the vision to see what they could not, the vision to see that what beauty I could offer to your new Umbrella, then I will accept your offer. ”
