Distortion

[Wesker]

515th Planet Curacao, Cortez
09/14/827 AS, 18:00

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Lucien you know what this will turn into, don't you? Annabelle said sitting down on the couch, Lucien was up and about preparing dinner for the two. He exhaled a bit through his nose in response, moving back and forth between the refrigerator and their stove. The couple seemed a bit irritated, whatever the discussion entailed.

I know, it hasn't even been a year and they're already putting this on me.

Are they giving us a choice? Annabelle responded with a neutral tone, trying to dissolve any thought of it being an argument.

Not right now, but if things get worse for us out in the Omicrons... They might ignore me.

So we're on a timeline now.

Look I didn't want it to be this way, I'm sorry. I know I promised better than this it's just- The agitation in his words grew as he continued about frantically through the kitchen. The two forces worked like tying and yang, one encouraging the other.

Lucien, relax. Annabelle replied, walking up towards him. If it gets out of hand I can always just write one up for them and end it there. As long as I'm not fighting and I stay out of sight. We've nothing to worry about. Lucien looked at the ground, one arm and the weight of his body leaned against the table as Annabelle spoke just in front of him. Hey, look at me. She said, putting one hand around the back of his neck. It'll be fine. You're my home, and family.