"It's alright; I overreacted a bit. I mean, you hardly pulled the trigger or anything." Birkin sighed. "He... Redfield injected him with a serum that kept his virus in check and it made him weaker. He tried to fight them off still, rather than pulling back and he... They crashed a plane they were on into a volcano, Wesker infected himself with Uroboros, he fell into the lava because some rocks moved around, then Redfield and his partner shot him with a pair of rocket launchers." He took another swig of rum, starting to get genuinely upset by thinking about his friend's near-death-experience.
Birkin scoffed. "Well, people always assume he must have been awful to me. He wasn't always like that, though. I mean, perhaps he was always a sociopath but, I don't think it was ever that obvious until later..." He looked the other scientist in the eye again, smiling sadly. "Or maybe that's just wishful thinking and I never noticed for some reason despite it always being there." The blond took another drink. This was strangely therapeutic in an alcoholic sort of way. Although he needed to watch himself, he was already getting sort of tipsy and Birkin had a feeling that if Stein got him drunk enough, he'd just blab out the truth.
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Date: 2009-06-18 06:13 am (UTC)That right there was an ICE BURN"It's alright; I overreacted a bit. I mean, you hardly pulled the trigger or anything." Birkin sighed. "He... Redfield injected him with a serum that kept his virus in check and it made him weaker. He tried to fight them off still, rather than pulling back and he... They crashed a plane they were on into a volcano, Wesker infected himself with Uroboros, he fell into the lava because some rocks moved around, then Redfield and his partner shot him with a pair of rocket launchers." He took another swig of rum, starting to get genuinely upset by thinking about his friend's near-death-experience.
Birkin scoffed. "Well, people always assume he must have been awful to me. He wasn't always like that, though. I mean, perhaps he was always a sociopath but, I don't think it was ever that obvious until later..." He looked the other scientist in the eye again, smiling sadly. "Or maybe that's just wishful thinking and I never noticed for some reason despite it always being there." The blond took another drink. This was strangely therapeutic in an alcoholic sort of way. Although he needed to watch himself, he was already getting sort of tipsy and Birkin had a feeling that if Stein got him drunk enough, he'd just blab out the truth.