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The dog lies down with his master.
Wesker had called Chris’ name.
Had called his name in agony, and desperation, and it had short-circuited every switch and self preservation instinct there was in Chris’ brain.
When the former S.T.A.R.S. captain had reached out for him with his ruined arm Chris had simply reached back for him.
Let himself be pulled from the chopper into the burning hellscale of the mountain.
They were burning–it was what they deserved– they were burning together.
Together.
The idea that Chris could outlive Captain Wesker was an evil fantasy, a nightmare that could not be bourn.
One last kiss, before the end of the world.
The dog lies down with his master.
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