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(( Continued from here.))
Ramon continues to stare down at the notebook, gripping it in a tight, white-knuckled hold in either hand, causing it to shake from the effort. That voice, that oily, nasal, evil voice that has haunted every last one of his waking nightmares, the voice that taunted and mock-soothed him nearly a year ago, the one that would constantly tell him at the same time what a pathetic creature he was, as well as how being able to 'aide' Umbrella was his only good thing he's done with his life, how he belonged to this man, was now back, mocking him again.
The man he considered one of the greatest evils, the man who was his own worst nightmare and tormentor, the man who had tortured him without mercy, was now right next to him.
Like Wesker's insults would imply, no, Ramon cannot answer. His speech has completely failed him, his tongue useless and his mouth long gone dry with fear. His breathing is quick, rapid breaths, his eyes already going glossy with tears, especially at the mention of the knife and the removal of said organ. Of course, they already did that once back in the labs, gouging out his right eye to disect and stick another one of those accursed tubes into the empty socket. Part of him wonders if Wesker tried it again right now, would he take the other eye this time? Just to mix things up?
His jaw is beginning to quiver, prompting him to clamp his teeth tight, trying to make that stop. It's already a failed effort now, but he doesn't want to look weak....
Ramon continues to stare down at the notebook, gripping it in a tight, white-knuckled hold in either hand, causing it to shake from the effort. That voice, that oily, nasal, evil voice that has haunted every last one of his waking nightmares, the voice that taunted and mock-soothed him nearly a year ago, the one that would constantly tell him at the same time what a pathetic creature he was, as well as how being able to 'aide' Umbrella was his only good thing he's done with his life, how he belonged to this man, was now back, mocking him again.
The man he considered one of the greatest evils, the man who was his own worst nightmare and tormentor, the man who had tortured him without mercy, was now right next to him.
Like Wesker's insults would imply, no, Ramon cannot answer. His speech has completely failed him, his tongue useless and his mouth long gone dry with fear. His breathing is quick, rapid breaths, his eyes already going glossy with tears, especially at the mention of the knife and the removal of said organ. Of course, they already did that once back in the labs, gouging out his right eye to disect and stick another one of those accursed tubes into the empty socket. Part of him wonders if Wesker tried it again right now, would he take the other eye this time? Just to mix things up?
His jaw is beginning to quiver, prompting him to clamp his teeth tight, trying to make that stop. It's already a failed effort now, but he doesn't want to look weak....