I know you’ve had a few angsty prompts but if you’d enjoy another: Weskertine + 39?
…because time’s run out.
Whatever was next, the Tricell era was at an end.
Somewhere deep in Albert Wesker’s fevered mind, past the rising mania brought on by Uroborus, somewhere he knew that this could be the last private moment that he and Jill had to share.
The thought drummed in his mind that it was Arklay all over again– drowned out by the mental tsunami that promised a new and better world.
Even in his madness, he found the presence of mind to hold her one more time. To pull her close and kiss her and stroke her hair between his fingers.
He said nothing, but they both knew.
It was time to face Chris.
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