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Leon takes no pleasure in this visit. He has been debriefed — the man has a file that's about as lean as his own, not many details are lifted. Though there is one small note that compels him to visit sooner rather than later. RCS?
Turns out he is cut from the same stubborn cloth as him, he simply refuses to die.
"At ease, Commander." Leon dryly comments. He is matter-of-fact in the removal of the respirator. Treats it for what he sees it as, a tool, not an extension of the man who's still trying to brute force his way to freedom. He doesn't rip the balaclava off. He isn't a barbarian. Eases the fabric away before tossing it carelessly.
The answers are written across his face.
Leon stares at him. Buried deep beneath Raccoon City, buried under the passage of close to three decades, their paths diverged. A young rookie watched footage of a masked team recovering William Birkin and his samples. He came across the bodies in the sewers. Witnessed how a mutated Birkin razed through the team and broke vials of the t-virus.
His eyes snap from Umbrella's blooming curse to lock gazes with H.U.N.K. "Were you the grim reaper before or after you kicked off Raccoon City's outbreak?" Leon's head cants. Doubts it's a sore spot, he would have swallowed the barrel of a gun a long time ago if that kind of sin kept him up in the night.
"I can't think of a worse fate than you having to live with yourself. There's nothing anyone can do to you, that's worse than who you are..." And yet, Leon still wants to put him down. Instead he produces Elpis' first reverse-engineered dose. No better lab rat to test it on. He doesn't monologue. Doesn't hesitate. The dose is administered without any preamble direct to his deltoid.
