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Paranoia had always been a part of life and that never changed, not even when he infected himself what, two years ago? He was as frantic as ever, his clawed-nails now fully stuck in the clipboard. What was Albert thinking? Launching an attack like that was reckless at best, though, it did deter those people from the goal at hand. Still, William wasn't a man of war, so he politely stayed away from the subject.
But, everyday was a struggle, it seemed. A struggle to maintain balance, a struggle to maintain order. He and Albert were two of a kind and, at times, that left William feeling terribly alone, terribly frightened. His days were numbered if S.T.A.R.S attacked him and he knew that. He knew they would target Albert and if they did...
William closed his eyes shut. He had killed before, what was so wrong now? It was part of his genetic code now. Why fight it?
A shiver ran down his spine. That thought process would only lead to his inevitable destruction and he knew better. Maybe it was just the tense air of the laboratory that was driving him up a wall, maybe it was the loss of his family that was driving him nuts. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because he couldn't connect on a certain level with his life-partner. Not a partner in the sense that Annette was, but Albert was like a part of him and he knew that he, too, was a part of Albert. They were The Conspirators; they had done this all before.
"They will be looking at Africa, William. There is no need to worry."
No need to worry. They'll be looking at Africa. Busy in Africa. Right. William sighed and slowly dislodged his claws from the clipboard. There was no need to worry, right? So why did he feel like he was going to vomit?
But, everyday was a struggle, it seemed. A struggle to maintain balance, a struggle to maintain order. He and Albert were two of a kind and, at times, that left William feeling terribly alone, terribly frightened. His days were numbered if S.T.A.R.S attacked him and he knew that. He knew they would target Albert and if they did...
William closed his eyes shut. He had killed before, what was so wrong now? It was part of his genetic code now. Why fight it?
A shiver ran down his spine. That thought process would only lead to his inevitable destruction and he knew better. Maybe it was just the tense air of the laboratory that was driving him up a wall, maybe it was the loss of his family that was driving him nuts. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because he couldn't connect on a certain level with his life-partner. Not a partner in the sense that Annette was, but Albert was like a part of him and he knew that he, too, was a part of Albert. They were The Conspirators; they had done this all before.
"They will be looking at Africa, William. There is no need to worry."
No need to worry. They'll be looking at Africa. Busy in Africa. Right. William sighed and slowly dislodged his claws from the clipboard. There was no need to worry, right? So why did he feel like he was going to vomit?