Distortion

[Wesker]

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

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Lucien struggled to maintain a formal posture, the hallucination wasn't stopping. He could see his resurrected wife walking behind Golanski's desk, looking out into the skyline. He concentrated on her for a second too long, the Grand Admiral glanced in the same direction before looking back at Lucien. She just stood there, her reflection was barely noticeable; and behind it all he still couldn't make out her face.

Sir, this... this was a lot easier in my head than it is in person. But it's still something at least you need to know.

"Quit being such a baby, you couldn't let me go and now you're tossing your guilt on me." Lucien shook his head for a second, trying to compose himself and ignore the devil on his shoulder. "Don't choke in front of the Admiral. Go on, make my life harder than it already is." Her voice was so much more vile, so much more villainous than what he remembered. When we met, I mentioned I had a wife and child. That they both, died... I was wrong. At least, I was wrong about one of them. "Poor Isaak, I've had my share of children to look over and raise since then but there's nothing like caring for your own flesh and blood. A shame, if you hadn't of lied to me he might still be with us." stop. He muttered to himself after finishing the sentence, Anna kept in the same position; now with a finger up against the glass. "I forgot how much I missed this, you can just see them all - zipping throughout the night sky. Such a simple yet fond memory, I wish I could say the same about you." Lucien let the words go in one ear and out the other, waiting for the Admiral to follow.