Distortion

[Wesker]

Barracks Lounge Akabat, Omicron Mu
4/24/827 AS, 15:00

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"LUCIEEEEEEN! - *Bang*" The sound of the gunshot had his entire torso snap out of the makeshift rack. It was a dream, a very bad dream. He was catching some sleep or at least trying to - before he met the Admiral. His wife's voice and image had haunted him ever since he came to the revelation that she was alive, it poisoning him, and it wasn't stopping. "Why didn't you come back for me? For Isaak?!" Anna said sitting next to him, it was a hallucination, but one so strong it felt real. Lucien, now overwhelmed by guilt, struggled to spit out the only excuse he could muster. I watched you die, I watched you both die. "But I didn't die, now did I?" The Anna that was sitting on one side now switched to the other, behind his field of view. Her voice was much more mature, and at the same time slightly sinister. She wore a black uniform, with Hessian decorations glittering all over it. She leaned over into his ear, Lucien couldn't bring himself to turn and face her; his breathing became that of someone in distress. "You're too scared to even look at me, and you think this counseling will change anything? Do you know what I've become?"


The episode came to a close as the duty officer entered his quarters to find him pacing on the bed where he was resting. Commander, are... are you alright?
I'm fine, is the Admiral ready?
Only if you are.

-10 minutes later-

Lucien took a second to touch upon his uniform before he turned into the Admirals office at the end of the hall. The Admiral sat there, focused on whatever paperwork was in front of him before Lucien broke the silence.

Good morning sir.