I need to share two moments that stick in my head from resident evil the umbrella conspiracy. I can’t stop thinking about them.
The first is when wesker reveals the truth to Barry.
“Now, what I'm supposed to do is get to the laboratories on the grounds here and put an end to some rather incriminating evidence--proof that White Umbrella is responsible for the accident that's caused so much trouble in Raccoon as of late. The problem is, I don't have the key to get to those labs-keys, actually. And that's where you come in. I need for you to help me find those keys."
Barry stared at him for a moment, speechless, his mind churning. An accident, a secret lab doing biological research . .
..and murdering dogs and zombies loose in the woods
He raised his revolver and pointed it at Wesker's smiling face, stunned and angry. "Are you insane?
You think I'm going to help you destroy evidence?
You crazy son of a bitch!"
Wesker shook his head slowly, acting as if Barry were a child. "Ah, Barry, you don't understand; you don't have a choice in the matter. See, a few of my friends from White Umbrella are currently standing outside of your house, watching your wife and daughters sleep. If you don't help me, your family is going to die."
Barry could actually feel the blood drain from his face. He cocked the hammer back on the Colt, feing a sudden, vicious hatred for Wesker infusing any fiber of his being.
"Before you pull the trigger, I should mention the if I don't report back to my friends fairly soon, their orders are to go ahead and do the deed anyway." The words cut through the red haze that had flooded Barry's mind, turning his hands clammy with terror.
"You're bluffing," he whispered, and Wesker's grin finally disappeared, his expression slipping back into the unreadable mask that he usually wore.
"I'm not," he said coldly. "Try me. You can apologize to their headstones later."
For a moment, neither of them moved, the silenced palpable thing in the chill air. Then Barry slowly eased the hammer back down and lowered the weap on, his shoulders slumped. He couldn't, wouldn't risk it; his family was everything.
Second is when Barry returns to the scene of enrico death:
Barry was standing over Enrico's cold body, Wesker's map crumpled in one hand. Till had been gone when he'd returned--and rather than look for her, he'd found himself unable to move, to even tear his gaze away from the corpse of his murdered friend.
It's my fault. If I hadn't helped Wesker get out of the house, you'd still be alive...
Barry stared miserably at Enrico's face, so filled with guilt and shame that he didn't know what to do anymore. He knew he had to find Jill, keep her from getting to Wesker, keep his family from being hurt-but still, he couldn't seem to force himself to walk away. What he wanted more than anything was to be able to explain himself to Enrico, make him under. stand how things had come to be the way they were.
He's got Kathy and the babies, Rico... what else could I have done? What can I do but follow his orders?
The Bravo stared back at him with glazed, unseeing eves. No accusation, no acceptance, no nothing. For-ever. Even if Barry continued to help the captain and everything else turned out the way it was supposed to, Rico Marini would still be dead and Barry didn't know how he was going to live with the knowledge that he was responsible...
