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[stars_survivor]

Who: Chris Redfield and Albert Wesker
When: Tonight
Where: The base of the clocktower.
Rating: PG-13? Nothing too bad.
Warnings: Possible cursing. Other warnings to be determined as the thread continues.
Summary: A meeting has been arranged. Now to follow through...

This had to be the single craziest thing he had ever decided on. Hands-down, flat-out

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[iamwesker]

Had one Albert Wesker known that Chris pitied him, he probably would have had to throw the former S.T.A.R.S. member around a bit until that thought went away. Thankfully, he didn't know

[stars_survivor]

Yep. Definitely the dumbest idea he'd ever had.

Chris shrugged his shoulders, shut his lighter, and tucked it into one of his pockets. "No, he doesn't," he admitted with a faint sigh. "But if I vanish, he'd figure out pretty fast where to start looking for me." Leon was smart, Chris would gladly admit. Smart enough to start asking questions if he went missing.

There were a lot of things bouncing around in his head at that moment. Old memories, painful reminders of just who he was dealing with, faint reminders that once upon a time this man had been his captain. He couldn't help but twitch slightly at it all. Unlike Wesker, he remembered everything with perfect clarity.

You seldom forget the things that fractured your life forever, after all.

"Look. I wanted to talk to you. To discuss things." Another shrug, more of a helpless one this time. "...how much do you remember?"

[iamwesker]

Wesker's gaze tracked the other man's movements, his poise relaxed although he wasn't fully in his mind. While his memory was faulty, Wesker knew enough to not forget that Chris was very likely dangerous to him. Hadn't that Oracle awhile back predictated that the Dragon would crash on a Field of Red or something of that nature

[stars_survivor]

Chris knew more than well enough not to try anything. The last time he had looked his former captain in the face, they'd be locked in the middle of a fistfight. A fistfight that Chris would have lost if it weren't for his usual last-second moment of luck.

He shifted uncomfortably from one fott to the other. "We weren't friends. You were always distant from everyone. Always off somewhere else or shut up in the office." He smiled grimly at the memory. "You were... someone I looked up to. Someone I trusted."

Chris never trusted authority easily. It was what had gotten him discharged from the Air Force, after all. "Which is what made what happened at the mansion even worse. That you could kill my friends, my coworkers so easily..."

"I'll never forgive you for that."

He laughed at Wesker's last comment. "Are you kidding? It's infuriating."