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It's difficult to tell whether the man seated before you doesn't rise to greet you because he can't, or because he isn't the sort to bother rising in the presence of anyone if he doesn't want to; either way, he remains where he is, hands folded in his lap, and after a moment he'll tip his head in such a way that will let his eyes catch what little light is present in this place. They're uncovered for now, though it would do everyone here a great service if he were to cover them; they're iridescent, the entire eye having gone odd and milky white with blindness, now reflecting silver and shining and giving an impression that they're entirely sclera.
Whether he can actually see you is hardly the point, however. It's obvious that he knows you're there; he's at least doing you all the courtesy of looking at you.
The man standing off to the side - the one with the massive blade formed out of what remains of his arm seems tense, though not unwilling to be here; he'll remain put for now, and at the very least he doesn't seem to be actively threatening anyone in the room.
Yet, anyway.
The man in the chair speaks, then; his voice is still steady, not at all the raspy, breathless sort of thing that one might expect from one in his...condition.
"My name is Albert Wesker. Formerly a researcher and a virologist; recently, I've taken my rightful station as God of this world - a right bestowed upon me both through my own merits, and through my connection with the Shimmer itself. Krauser is my associate, the only one I find that I wish to consider such. We entered the Shimmer together some time ago - though the precise timing of it, I find, hardly matters. He's been by my side for years before this, and he remains so now.
"I know why you're here. It's quite a noble little undertaking - destroy the Shimmer, save the world. It's almost a shame about the outcome. Don't worry, I won't waste your time by dangling it in front of you - I'll tell you now that you're destined to fail in your mission."
Whether he can actually see you is hardly the point, however. It's obvious that he knows you're there; he's at least doing you all the courtesy of looking at you.
The man standing off to the side - the one with the massive blade formed out of what remains of his arm seems tense, though not unwilling to be here; he'll remain put for now, and at the very least he doesn't seem to be actively threatening anyone in the room.
Yet, anyway.
The man in the chair speaks, then; his voice is still steady, not at all the raspy, breathless sort of thing that one might expect from one in his...condition.
"My name is Albert Wesker. Formerly a researcher and a virologist; recently, I've taken my rightful station as God of this world - a right bestowed upon me both through my own merits, and through my connection with the Shimmer itself. Krauser is my associate, the only one I find that I wish to consider such. We entered the Shimmer together some time ago - though the precise timing of it, I find, hardly matters. He's been by my side for years before this, and he remains so now.
"I know why you're here. It's quite a noble little undertaking - destroy the Shimmer, save the world. It's almost a shame about the outcome. Don't worry, I won't waste your time by dangling it in front of you - I'll tell you now that you're destined to fail in your mission."
