Distortion

[Wesker]

515th Planet Curacao, Cortez
07/12/827 AS, 10:50

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Anna glanced at Luciano after finishing the sip from her drink and setting it down. Luciano glanced back, their expressions were blank but obviously, it was some form of communication. Anna broke eye contact and stared down at her drink for a second, leaving her head in the same position as she did so before finally turning to face Golanski - who had just sat down.

I never wanted to be there, Admiral. Not once from the start. But there are things about me you don't know. Things that kept me from making my own decisions. They were my responsibility - yes. I made it that way to... keep myself safe. She shook her head, knowing the back half didn't make enough sense. It's... a very, VERY long story. But, even right now, those same people I kept myself safe from are still out there. They're probably looking for me, have people on the hunt for me. When my husband turned up it overwhelmed me, I saw a way to hide that didn't make me miserable.

Lucien put his hand on her forearm as she paused for a second to take another drink.

I can feel myself slowing down. I was working and fighting at a pace that was bound to give way at some point - or get me killed. I was brainwashed to keep doing it, I couldn't snap out of it for the longest time. Not until Lucien came back.