three ♕ [locked to creepers]

[wearsmanymasks]

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a proposition. (And saying ladies and gentlemen to you is no longer insulting! How novel. Speaking of which, Mrs. and Miss Birkin, I am Regene Regetta, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Or it will be

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[visestvita]

And you still look desperate. How am I to know this isn't some sort of overblown bluff?

[wearsmanymasks]

Do I really look desperate?

...ah, this wasn't supposed to be some sort of hostage situation. I was just trying to inform you of the situation. You can ask Birkin, Dr. William Birkin that is, for further clarification.

[visestvita]

Indeed you do, but I quite understand.

Perhaps I will at that. However, that's all you would want? Sanctuary? And would I simply have to trust that you're not planning some foolish betrayal?

[wearsmanymasks]

What else can you offer me that I don't already have?

[visestvita]

Very little, I suppose, but you've yet to answer my other question.

[wearsmanymasks]

What do you mean by betrayal, exactly?

[visestvita]

Giving away secrets, of course, what else would I mean?

[wearsmanymasks]

Oh. Then you don't really have anything to worry about, I haven't seen anything tremendously exciting.

[visestvita]

Ah, good. Just so we understand each other, I would have to kill you if I ever discovered otherwise.

[wearsmanymasks]

Oh, come on, you wouldn't kill me!

[visestvita]

Wouldn't I? No, perhaps I'd think of something else suitably painful to do first.

[wearsmanymasks]

Like what?

[visestvita]

Pray you'll never have to find out.

[wearsmanymasks]

I don't pray, Albert Wesker.

[visestvita]

Whatever you say. I think you take my point.

[wearsmanymasks]

I hear you loud and clear.