To Wesker, the Eden Saddler had cultivated for himself appeared lackluster, rotting from within like a sunken in apple. A worm goring out the innards, replacing the vessel with bile.ย And while it was dissimilar to how humanity fattened itself up on complacency, how man bickered and killed, poisoningย itself with its incompetence, there was an ugliness shared within the same vein. Las Plagas prided itself on having found the solution to humanityโs plights, yet it came at such a high price, the cons greatly outweighing what ever good it attempted to project.
Being enslaved by it, becoming one with it, assimilated until all that was left was itself. Immortality and undeniable strength that left the host with little to nothing else. What was the point of having power that consumed itself? A world โenlightenedโ by Las Plagas was no better than the end humanity was inflicting upon itself. Saddler was just another obstacle, a blot in the path he was attempting to pave.ย
Yet, even with their differing views and end goals, Wesker understood the need to fix the imperfect. Evidently, they had their own versions of perfection, but the same idea lingered underneath. Seeing humanity in great need of a guiding hand, blind to its own faults.ย If there was one topic the both of them had a chance to see eye to eye on, it would be that. ย
โYouโre not wrong, humanity is a barbaric and violent species, even with their frailty. A species that will eventually wipe itself out if something is not done. That, we can agree on.โ Albert conceded quite easily, as if they were two god-kings, looking down their nose upon the pitiful state of mankind, โHowever, volition is needed in order to grow, individuality separates the strong from the weak. There is a difference between stifling a tree by taking away its sunlight, versus cutting off the dead branches that weigh it down.โย
Upon Saddlerโs challenge Weskerโs arms raise from his sides, spreading out in an all-encompassing motion.ย
โI would free them from their mortal shackles, the worthy would bear my gift and ascend to godhood.ย The curtain will close on man, all will be purged of their weaknesses, and I shall be there to guide them into a new age. While under my wing, there will no longer be war nor pestilence, violence nor heedless suffering.โย
It was up to him to separate the chaff from the wheat. Only he was capable of such an arduous task.ย
โI seek to destroy these loathsome humans in an effort to create something far better. Your blessing would change them all the same, but what would be left when the dust clears?โ A hivemind influenced by the same thoughts and will, unable to freely think or decide. To bask in the idea of being a mere martyr, of being chained eternally- For what purpose? All to ensure Las Plagaโs survival? To touch beyond the stars?
Ambitious, and yet an utter waste in the end. "Your grand design is flawed, and yet the very flaws that define it keep you in the dark. Humanity's fate would be wasted on you."
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