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[outboundchris]

And up it goes, up in flames. It's the dawn of 1998, my friends. That glow off in the horizon, off in the woods? It's a mansion burning to the ground. Good riddance.

I never figured out how you survived that one, Wesker. How'd you do it?

Lannister, sir... as much as I hate this, I'll fall back with you. The RPD is no place to be. I can't save Marvin

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[xxredfieldxx]

We thought we were soo cool for getting that thing.

Are you ok?

[outboundchris]

You kidding? Spitfires are awesome. Pop got a kick out of it, at least.

Mmph. ...No.

[xxredfieldxx]

yeah. He did...

Me... me neither really.
We need to talk...
On the other hand I have some good news.
I've found myself a nice place to live once this is all over with and I've even made a friend.
You keep saying I should be more social....

[im_not_a_rookie]

I'm glad you'll be with us.

[outboundchris]

Mmph. Well, it's my job.

Hey, who knows? I might just bust out into an impromptu guitar recital while waiting for the city to go back to normal.

[im_not_a_rookie]

It'll pass the time. And then I can hear all the music from your world.

[outboundchris]

Something tells me you're a ZZ Top kind of gal. Good thing I know the chords for "Sharp Dressed Man". And if you're not, well, too bad. You're gonna have to deal with my taste in music.

...Are there any pine nuts in the food supply, by any chance?

[iamwesker]

I will admit that it wasn't easy. It involved a good deal of running and fighting my way past Lisa Trevor more than once. I do hope I killed her in the final one.

[outboundchris]

Lisa Trevor?! But the fall, it-! Jesus Christ, you Umbrella goons really did a number on that poor girl.

[iamwesker]

And yet you wonder why I disassociate myself from Umbrella. Has the irony not struck you that if Umbrella were able to capture me that I might possibly be nothing more to them than another Lisa Trevor? About why I am concerned about William Birkin? Do you not think he might consider studying me a highlight of his career?

[outboundchris]

Birkin struck me as a dear friend, not so much as the kind of friend who'd turn you into a sixth-grade science project. But you know me, I'm bad at reading people. Even people close to me. Like, oh, say, you?

How is what you're doing any different from what you did to Lisa Trevor and her family?