"Wesker was special. He was... Manufactured, if you will. Along with several others. They were supposed to be the perfect humans. Better than humans. Unfortunately, that virus Spencer - our old boss - forced me to make was too unstable at the time and we didn't really have the technology to fix it." He took another drink. "Most of the Wesker children died. The only one that survived was Albert. I wouldn't even want to think about what would happen if a normal human was infected..." Whatever it was, Birkin assumed it was probably extraordinarily painful. "Besides, I'd hate to go to the DMV and wait in line to get my eye color changed to 'red' on my license." He laughed slightly at his own feeble attempt for a joke, finishing off the rest of his glass then holding it out to Stein for some more.
Birkin didn't really know why it bothered him so much; it just did. And really he didn't want to talk about his mental state all that much anyway. "So, how are things going here? I noticed you got into a bit of trouble with Kid over Medusa's new body."
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Date: 2009-06-18 04:44 pm (UTC)Birkin didn't really know why it bothered him so much; it just did. And really he didn't want to talk about his mental state all that much anyway. "So, how are things going here? I noticed you got into a bit of trouble with Kid over Medusa's new body."