[ KNEEL ] sender makes receiver kneel. (reversed bc there's only one true wesk 👀)
Pragmatism. A worn thing, adorned similarly to the Devil and Prada.
One of the many things Albert Wesker prides himself on ; that logical mind, cold rational rather than a bleeding heart that pools ichor at one's feet. He would never admit to his own impulsions, decisions made of promised godhood, a few cardinal sins wound 'round his nerves.
No. All of Wesker's decisions, his feelings, opinions, his existence were crafted with deft, steady hands ( not a pair of trembling palms ). Years of planned progress, a drag - path etched into his veins, demanded like a prayer ( ... ) all thanks to his namesake's Project.
But in the presence of his fractured mirror image, his temper sparks —— Albert's cool - headed demeanor threatens to crack 'neath the pressure of flaring wrath.
While there does remain a part of Wesker that can realize the clone's worth, it does little to quell the irritation eclipsing his visage. If he believed his own pride an issue, it paled in comparison to The Connections', their nerve to replicate a God was borderline astounding ( and perhaps, even impressive, an ambition Wesker might have commended ).
Albert Wesker's ego took a personal offense to the pale imitation stood 'fore him, a typical tension found within his jawbone. " What to do with you. " an inquiry posed but not to be answered.
He paces like a predator stalking its prey, a deity considering an offering left at an altar —— slow, calculated steps lead him directly in - front of Zeno, which is where he pauses, lingers.
" Bold, " Wesker muses, upper - lip lifting in a snarl. " the way you stand there, as if you have earned your position beside me. " and as he speaks, he moves. It's a swift action, like the laws of motion were a mere suggestion to Albert —— a strike to the beck of Zeno's knee follows 'side a laugh.
And then, just like that, he's returned. Wesker's arms fold neatly 'hind him, all poised posture and looming superiority painted 'cross his visage in broad strokes ; a mural of preeminence.
Shaded - crimsons peer down towards his pristine other - half, cranium tipped in smug consideration. " Better. You should know your place. "