un: phoenixevolution

[manufactured]

Sometimes the world burns and it's something to be remedied; it's something to be fixed, to be patched up and smoothed over, and you go back to forgetting that it was ever burning to begin with.

And sometimes the world burns, and that's just the state of things. If it's not your new normal, it becomes your generalized normal rather quickly. It's not the end of things, it's just places you no longer go and precautions you become accustomed to taking. Adapt. Overcome. Evolve.

Things are settling again, for now. We'll see if it stays that way or if the scales continue to tip. But while I don't take pleasure in all that's been happening lately, I can't say I haven't missed being part of a world setting itself on fire, either.

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[torsion]

Whatever fits your narrative, right? The circumstances were never what you like to play at them being.

Lucky us. I'd like to think it means I'll have a breather, but I doubt that.

Your evolution isn't the same as change. It's not adapting and overcoming. It's a goddamn bloodbath.

[manufactured]

Change on the scale that I deemed necessary required sacrifice. If i merely wanted death, there are more than enough ways to achieve that on a completely indiscriminate scale. However, that isn't what I was after. I'd think you would be aware of that much, but I'm also aware that that's putting too much faith in you.

[torsion]

That you deemed necessary. I'm plenty aware that your screws are looser than ever, Wesker.

Like I told you, you're just as much of a failure as anyone else that would've died or lost any shred of coherent, rational thought. Over four years alone I watched your mind's degradation. It was only a matter of time before you were the same damn pile of writhing tentacles.

[manufactured]

Believe what you will. There are reasons I've never sought your understanding; I've never expected such a thing from you, and I don't expect it now.

[torsion]

You're acting like I broke your heart.

[manufactured]

Oh, believe me, I'm deeply wounded.

[torsion]

No shit. You kept me around for almost four years.

Do you want to know how you die? :)

[manufactured]

Because that sounds like something I should absolutely believe without question - say something if you're going to, attempts at baiting aren't flattering.

[torsion]

I was told by multiple people from the future.

Chris kills you, just like I knew he would. You sink into a volcano and he shoots you head on with a launcher.

We all survive. Never doubted it for a minute, but it's nice to have confirmation that you don't succeed in your endeavors and took yourself to your own death. :)

[ Now she's just gloating... though naturally some of this is a lie. She's questioned it, as much as she's wanted to believe. She's been uncertain of her health and survival and still is at times, but she believes Leon and Piers. ]

[manufactured]

[...Surely she is aware that that sounds like purest bullshit, right, given that it makes no coherent sense with literally anything that's going on at the moment. It's not her fault that RE5's writing just happened to be like that, as a whole, but. The gloating is...also not doing her credibility any favors? So like...]

If you say so, Jill. Are you finished, or...?

[torsion]

I'm sure you'll have no problem finding me if you want to see me.

[ That's her way of saying "I'm out," to him. And she is, indeed, pretty easy to find even if he doesn't keep tabs on her. Not wallowing, but enjoying herself in the dark corner of a quiet jazz bar, drinking bourbon on the rocks after bourbon on the rocks. ]