Author's Note: Yay, another update... xDDD 'Scuse me dry humor, but anyway: yeah, this is a true update. I'm not making this the epilogue, but the next will be. Meh, I haven't got much to say except sorry for taking so long. You'll see where this is heading and why Wesker is involved in all this from head to feet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters, only my OCs.

XXIV

Deep

'For those whom God to ruin has designed He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.' John Dryden

"Consider it cruel... but it's not far from the truth."

Jill had to admit Claire's words were completely true, and in Leon's company she stayed, hoping for whatever was happening to come to an end soon.

Chris... Please, you have to fight it; don't let it take over. God, I miss you...

She shook her head, dried her face and remained sitting against the wall, looking intently at the door to the medical room with the ever-present hope of everything turning out well. She had seen how severely Wesker had been wounded, perhaps even fatally, but for a moment felt relief at the thought of Rebecca being with Sherry. It was then that a question came to her mind and despite her concern, she asked,

"Claire, how's it gone? These past few hours I wasn't conscious, I mean."

The younger Redfield shrugged. "For me, and I hope not for everyone else, have been hellish," she replied, somehow comical. "I've wanted to lash out at Wesker every time I looked at him or he spoke, but I have to admit that..." She sighed, "...there's not much my reactions can do. Right now, and judging by what's he's told us, we have to trust him... for now."

Leon frowned. "Disregarding the past?"

"You know me, Leon; I'm not one to cling to the past and never let it go, unlike Chris if I may say," she replied. "Don't take this as an insult to him or something like that, but you know him too. In that aspect, we're not too alike. And don't ask me why am I actually allowing this to happen because I don't have an answer for you. It's instinctive. I feel like it's the best thing to do right now."

"Just like Chris, too," Leon agreed. "I understand, though not fully. I haven't bumped into Wesker as many times as you two and Chris have," he began, "but judging by your words and attitude towards him, I wouldn't say you've gone through a lot of good experiences."

"Worse that you could've ever imagined," Jill intervened, careless. "You already know a few things about him, but Chris and I know him very well; he could say the same about us both. He knew what made us tick and he exploited that to his own interest."

"Why are you with him, then?" Claire asked. Jill feared the question would see the light, and so it had. "Just look at what you said! After all he did to you, did to Chris and me and everyone... I just- How, Jill? I don't understand."

"I don't understand myself either, let me tell you that," Jill said, looking up at Claire. She hesitated, sighing.

"Is there something you're not telling us?"

"It's something I'm thinking whether to tell you or not, Leon," Jill told him, shaking her head. "If-"

"If it's about ways of thinking and points of view, you can count on me: I will listen," Claire said, nodding her head. "As much as it shames me to admit, I have a bit of a more open mind than Chris. It's something you've noticed in... him, right?" Jill perked her head up, and Claire smiled. "Don't look so surprised; I've also noticed. I don't know what's gotten into him, but the hour or two I spent with him and Sherry actually gave me a bit of insight."

"You're saying he's different?" asked Leon, the question going for both Claire and Jill.

"Yes," said Jill. "He wouldn't have admitted something as personal as his going through what Chris is so easily. There's more to this than meets the eye, I know it."

Claire frowned. "Jill, he did horrible things to you. How do you know he's different? He could very well be playing with you again! I know I've noticed myself, but that hasn't made my distrust go away. I still also hate him, too. You should be holding a grudge against him instead of-"

"Softening, isn't that right?" Jill finished, looking down at her hands. She sighed. "I know he did; he did that and a lot more. But as everyone does, he had his reasons. He explained it to me some time ago... it's not something I should talk about."

Claire arched an eyebrow. "It does sound more personal than I thought."

Jill nodded. "It is, actually. And part of it... he hasn't even told me yet, and I don't think he ever will."

"Perhaps we'll find out ourselves," said Leon. "And if he's willing to help us, in his own way, then there's no point in refusing his offer. Call me cold, but we can advantage of this. He was the creator of the virus and on top of that, he's gone through what Chris is going now. I don't like to use the word, but Wesker is our asset now."

"In a way, he is," Jill said. "In another, he's doing it for something."

"Getting a chance of killing Chris again, I presume?" Claire added, rhetorical. "I'll be there to stop him, unless that's not a good way of saying thanks."

Jill smiled despite herself. "Perhaps it won't come down to that, let's hope. For now, we don't know what he's up to. I need to talk to him."

"He'd better not die, or else I'll be there to give him another blow," Claire remarked, clenching a fist. "This is the first time I haven't wished for him to die, you know. I'm not willing to allow him to take the answers away from us; he won't take them to the grave. I myself will pry them out if I have to."

"You're getting aggressive," Leon warned. "So far, I've seen Wesker's very willing to take up matters that interest him, be it an offer or a mere conversation, and if getting Chris back plays also in his favor, then I don't see why he should back off: he will share the information. I could be wrong, but he must be aware of that too: if he keeps it, then we're all dead. If Chris is actually turning worse than him, then being warned is the best we can be. We'll have to negotiate."

"That never sat well with you, Leon," Claire said, slightly teasing.

"Well, I'm willing to sit down and use words first instead of fists. But I can also go and follow the 'force first, questions later' philosophy," he replied, smirking. "Both ways work fine for me."

Jill smiled a little at his remark, but stayed silent. She feared cooperation wouldn't be possible; she knew both factions were reluctant to work together, both Wesker and her own friends. For a moment she thought they'd have to put differences aside and man up, but that was too inconsiderate for her to think. But even now, Rebecca was actually aiding Wesker survive his injuries, despite his strong and enhanced body, so everything could be working out step by step, even in the most unnoticeable of actions. Jill thanked her own ability to speak with prevarication. It was more than obvious Claire and the others wouldn't accept her reasons for admitting and believing Wesker was different, that he had changed in some way, given their intense hatred towards him. Hers hadn't disappeared, but had instead gone to the back of her mind, constantly reminding her of the fragility of the ice she was walking on. She could as well dance, but why risking it further?

She heard Claire and Leon fall in silence, so she didn't make any efforts to bring out any other topic. She could also hear voices coming from inside the room, but their words couldn't be made out. Was there a reason to Claire's apparent lack of distrust? Were they all actually aware of the mess they were about to get themselves into? Well, it was Chris who was involved and given everything he had done for everyone, Jill assumed it was because of a debt. Far-fetched guess, most likely, but far from being a lie. She had to have in mind that there was also Claire, who indeed had the ability to see beyond people's usual façades. With Wesker, it was probably a lot different, since he had shown himself to be the same person since the beginning of their struggle, but the fact that Chris was her brother was the only thing that drove her to cooperate; Jill had no doubts about that.

All of a sudden, Claire called, "Jill?"

"Yes?"

Jill could see her hesitating. Eventually, Claire said, "You know a bit more about this than I do, but... can people... actually prove themselves to be different than they show themselves to be?"

Jill caught sight of Leon's sudden expression of surprise and confusion, also the one of awe and sorrow of Claire's. She was surprised at her question, but didn't take long to reply to it. "They can. I hope you're not asking because of my lack of reluctance to accept Wesker's changes."

"At all," Claire said, shaking her head. "It's all because of... of Chris."

"Claire, you know that wasn't him," Leon intervened, shooting up to his feet. "You can't let yourself to be fooled by that."

"Then what do you want me to say?" Claire exclaimed, her tone higher. Her voice quivered, her eyes were teary and it was clear she had raised a barrier to protect herself against Leon's accusations; there was something she was holding onto. "I had to shoot Chris, dammit, my own brother! Who knows what else will I have to do to stop him! He's-"

"-not changing, Claire! Don't you dare think about that!" Leon cut in, grabbing her by her shoulders.

Claire closed her eyes shut and turned her face away from Leon, the tears finally spilling. Jill stood up and neared her as Leon pulled her close to him and hugged her gently, Claire sobbing quietly against his shoulder. She laid her hand upon Claire's shoulder and said,

"Claire, you know your brother much more than I do. If you don't trust him, then trust me: I won't let him continue down the path he's taken. He'll be back with us."

"Ho-how can you be so sure, Jill?" Claire asked, lifting her tear-streaked face at her. Jill moved her hand up to Claire's face, cupping her cheek.

"How can you be so unsure yourself?" she asked back, not unkindly. Leon looked at Jill. "If there's something you two have in common is an unrelenting and sometimes annoying stubbornness, but that can also mean there's strength. I know Chris wouldn't give up, not when... he's got something to lose."

"What's he got to lose now?" Claire uttered, her tone angry. "You saw him back there; I don't think he gives a damn about us."

Jill sighed. "I know, I also saw it. But I wasn't talking about us."

"What do you mean then?" Leon inquired instead of Claire as they separated.

"I mean that what he has to lose isn't us, but himself," Jill replied with grief, her tone heavy. "If he's doing what he's doing because he wants to get his humanity back, then he also has all of you as a pretext. But if we look at it the other way... he wants to be himself again. His role and Wesker's have been reversed now, which is something that's really gotten to him. I've... had to smack some sense into him many times, but he can't stand it any longer."

"He's doing it for us?"

"If we were to narrow it down, it'd be most likely for you, Claire." She drew in a sharp breath. Jill said, "I don't know whether he's got a reason for what he's doing, but if he has... he's placing you as his priority. I barely know him as well as to make such a guess, but that'd be my bet."

Claire stared at Jill, disbelief across her features, then went from Leon to Jill and pulled her into a tight embrace. Jill responded to Claire's gesture as reassuringly as she could so as to instill confidence in her again. If they misplaced their faith, they'd be lost.

After an unknown period of time, the door to the medical room opened and outside stepped Rebecca, her demeanor indicating there was nothing to worry about. She approached them with a very light smile, one she seemingly was trying to keep from appearing, and said,

"It's all turned out fine; there's nothing else to worry about. Perhaps unfortunately, he's gonna make it." Then, she chuckled. "You didn't expect him to die so soon, did you, Claire?"

"Nah, I didn't. You know cockroaches don't die the first time they're stomped on," she shot back with a very light tinge of humor. Jill caught Claire's short glance and nodded.

"Sherry's inside with him; he should be left to rest. Not for long, I suppose, but he still needs it," Rebecca said, clasping her hands together. She looked at Claire. "Are you okay?"

Jill saw how Leon frowned slightly at Claire, who nodded and looked down at her feet.

"You mean, what I had to do before?" she asked back, then fixing a cold stare upon Rebecca. "I'm fine about that, no need to worry. No shock, no trauma, no sense of guilt. I knew I had to do it, even though I was about to graze his neck. You know the first one's a warning."

Rebecca seemed disappointed by Claire's tone and response, but then nodded. "Alright, then we should all try and calm down... even though I'm a real handful right now." Jill looked at Rebecca's hand, which she saw trembling.

"Rebecca, is everything okay?"

Rebecca blinked rapidly and several times, then nodded as she swallowed. "Yeah, I think so. It's just that... I've actually dealt with severely injured patients sometimes, but I had never seen something like I have just now." She caught Jill's inquiring look. "We could've made fillets out of him; the knife just went in so deep... a-and it didn't seem like it! I don't think it was our expertise that helped us close his wounds, but a miracle. Thank whoever's up there he hadn't lost his rapid-healing abilities."

Jill's gut clenched with anguish. "Indeed, he thankfully didn't lose them. I didn't know about them, if he'd lost them or not, but I'm glad I know now."

"He's awake and, according to him, he doesn't need any rest," came Sherry's voice from the door. They turned, found her at the threshold with her arms crossed and a small frown across her face. "He seems just peachy."

Claire nodded. "Then I guess we should take this chance to talk to him. There's something that's really bothering me and I hope he has an answer for it." Ipso facto, she started her walk towards the room. Jill followed suit, catching up to her, then they entered the room. Wesker noticed them immediately, proving Sherry's words, but he still had that cold demeanor of his when looking at Jill. She made no comment or movement to that, but she took her time to examine him. Only a rim of his bandages was in sight, he wasn't as pale as before and he seemed about to stand up and walk again, something he would've done if it wasn't for his still labored and rough breathing.

"It didn't work," Claire suddenly stated, not even waiting for everyone to settle in. "He saw us both, he didn't react in any of the ways you had told us he would. What's going on?"

Wesker took his time to reply. "It didn't work... because it still has to get worse than that."

"What do you mean by that?"

"By that, I mean he's in a very early stage; seeing you didn't affect him at all, which means that, in a way, he's still stable. On the other hand... look where it got me, and that means he's not... cracking yet."

"Cracking?" asked Leon.

"Unless the person comes to terms with his or her personalities," Rebecca began, "something that is really uncommon without treatment, he'll start cracking in the literal sense of the word. It won't be long for Chris to start reacting other ways."

"Quite on the spot," said Wesker, "and when that time comes, you'll start influencing his behavior. In what ways... it all varies from person to person; they're unpredictable. The changes I mentioned earlier... are... starting to happen."

Jill grew stiff at the sudden look of pain that flashed across Wesker's features, and another one of anxiety flashed across Rebecca's. "How do you know about that? It's impossible..."

"We all know Chris quite well," Wesker began. "As such, we should all know-"

"There's no way he could've reacted so differently in such a short time," Jill finished for him, putting two and two together in less than a millisecond. "Think about it: the sadistic tendencies... and the change. Now that I remember... his-his voice tone also varies with the personality that's taken over."

"So the one before the outburst was actually Chris?" Claire asked, her eyes growing wide. "But why? I don't get it: he's supposed not to remember anything the other personality did before!"

"They all interact differently with the environment! Amnesia was inevitable; you yourself said that, Wesker," Rebecca pointed out, frowning and looking at him somehow pointedly. Wesker, whose eyes were perfectly visible, looked at her. Jill shivered when she saw his blue hues once more.

"But didn't I also say there would be no room for any kind of... ugh, forgetfulness?" he asked. "Moreover, he's hallucinating. If there's something we cannot get rid of, that's instinct. That's our last resort when logic doesn't... doesn't kick in." He swallowed hard. "It always... happens."

"So we have to wait for now?" Rebecca asked, growing uneasy and shifting her stance. Wesker nodded.

"Yes, for some time. It's not until... the disorder has settled that... that we can actually break him down. That's... that's our only choice so far," he said, apparently finding it more difficult to breathe. Jill grew even stiffer, alert, but Wesker seemed to overcome it.

"If you've been through something similar..." Claire began, "can you tell us about what's going through his mind? Actions follow a certain pattern when it comes to different personalities, so to speak, so perhaps you know something about that."

"Perhaps..." Wesker said, leaving his answer to hang in the air. "I'll surely have to... share some information about that but... not yet. It's still... too early."

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Sherry asked, talking for the firs time in the whole conversation. "Looks like we should the subject for now, guys. We got enough room for all of you, so you shouldn't have any trouble staying here whilst we leave."

"Leave? Where?" asked Jill.

"It will be a matter of time until we track Marco and Chris down. If we find them, we move closer."

Leon shifted. "Wouldn't that scare them away? Make them flee?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"No," said Wesker. "They wouldn't get what they seek if they did that. It'd be a... a pointless goose chase. If we move... they'll stay where they are."

"And that'd get us closer to Chris," uttered Rebecca, becoming pensive.

"That clearly hints at some kind of ambush or trap. He's luring us, waiting for us to take the bait," Leon countered, frowning. "But I think this is a matter we're willingly getting deep into, so if we have to wait, we'd better gather up some patience."

"No disagreement here," Jill spoke with a nod. "I suppose we should take it easy from now on, or else we won't last. I suggest we get some rest; it'd do some good."

For a moment and for some reason she couldn't get to list, Jill had the feeling Wesker's eyes were upon her, but she didn't bother to make sure; instead, she stood up, shared a look with everyone, which made Rebecca say,

"I agree. I don't think there's much we can do now."

And like so, with a strange sensation of relief, uneasiness and anxiety, everyone save for Jill and Sherry left the room and seemingly waited outside because when Jill stayed inside, she didn't notice any kind of movement coming from the rest of the people. Sherry looked at her, smiling slightly, and said,

"Rebecca might've told you by now, but he's doing fine. Perhaps he'll appreciate some company, if he can do that."

Jill cracked a smile of her own at the tinges of humor in Sherry's voice, then watched the young blond also exit and leave them both alone, closing the door behind her. Jill remained in silence, took a seat next to the bed also as silently as she could and kept a close eye on Wesker, whose expression made her widen her smile. He had apparently -and quite apparently- dozed off whilst nobody was looking, swiftly taking advantage of his convalescence, but she could see past that. As if on cue, he stirred, looked around as he breathed in deep, and Jill averted her gaze from him. He then said,

"You should also go."

"Is that actually concern?" Jill asked, amused, as she leaned back in the chair. "I'm alright. I just wanted to have a look at you, that's all."

Wesker remained staring up ahead, but still smirked. "You sound as if I was a mere subject."

"You know what I mean," she protested, frowning, "and please do avoid that kind of humor. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it."

"I know it's nothing to be taken lightly, but that's precisely why I'm this... dark about the whole matter," Wesker remarked, facing her. Jill reluctantly met his gaze for a brief moment of silence. "May I ask how you're faring or will you chastise me for that, too? …no false answers."

Jill pursed her lips, sighing, and shook her head. "Can I be honest or will you use a witty comeback for everything I say?" At this, Wesker once more smirked with amusement.

"It depends on what you're expecting," he simply said, moving under the sheets. "What I expect is an honest answer, as I always did but not many times I received."

Jill detected something behind his words, yet made no comment about it. Instead, she said, "I'm... still a bit shaken: that's my honest answer." She sighed again. "I see no heads or tails to it."

"It will have them, with time," Wesker replied, then he was the one to sigh. "What a reunion..."

"How did everyone manage to adapt so easily?"

"Easily, you say?" he echoed, almost laughing. "You should've been with us to find amusement in Claire's reactions. I have to admit," he then added, his tone turning serious, "that it wasn't what I expected."

"How so? What did you tell them?" Jill asked, intrigued. "Persuasive skills?"

Wesker sat up, either ignoring his injuries or not feeling any pain at all anymore. "You might like to rephrase that: what did they tell me."

"I get it," Jill said, nodding. "Everyone satisfies their interests. It's like a symbiotic relationship now, for all of us. We wouldn't be able to get Chris without you two..."

Wesker closed his eyes. "I'm not particularly fond of the idea, to be honest and realistic, but it's our only chance. At what, we'll find along the way."

Jill searched for his gaze, hesitated for a moment before asking, "There's something more to this than you let on, isn't there?" Wesker's next sideways glance made Jill bite her tongue, but she overcame the hesitation: she had to know. "Something's nagging you, isn't it?"

"It's much more complicated than that," he replied, his tone cold and hard. Jill hardened her face in hopes of prying some words out of him.

"You never looked for self-pity, right? You yourself told me that once, remember?" she claimed, her brow creasing deeply. "Then why don't you just tell me and get it over with? Can't you share your thoughts for once?" She took deep breaths, as though she'd just run a marathon, and stared at Wesker, waiting for an answer that surely wouldn't come. When he made no comment and apparently was ignoring her, Jill sighed and let her head fall forward. Silence came next.

"He makes me sick."

Jill perked up her head, surprised at the fact of hearing Wesker's answer come quick and sincerely. She blinked several times, registering what she'd heard.

"What?"

"He makes me sick, and literally," Wesker repeated, his tone even deadlier than before, and Jill watched how he unconsciously laid a hand on his stomach. "He's taken so much from me and I've never been able to take it back: I've always taken even more from him in retaliation. Everything is upside down and seeing him like this is... torture. It's like staring into an empty void, like watching your own reflection in a mirror dance madly in front of you, mocking you, prompting you..." He clenched a fist in unseen anger. "If I'm cooperating with all of you it's for one sole reason: to get to him and see him suffer. It will be then that I'll take everything back, all that which I formerly possessed."

Jill frowned as a shiver ran down her spine. Was it... envy? Had he just let her see into the deepest corners of his self? Pensive, she mused upon his words like there was no end to time. She felt compelled to retort, to defend Chris as she had always did because of their long friendship, but she also had to consider how it felt to be stripped of all you had and held close to yourself. She wouldn't be able to get herself inside Wesker's shoes completely, since she and he were worlds apart, but imagining how he was feeling was an easy task. Envy was a natural emotion in man, no matter what. There was always a time when you desired something with an ardent passion, only to see you lack it and others have it, and that spawned envy, rage and enmity. She had no doubt something analog to that kind of situation was happening between Wesker and Chris, since the former's hate was derived from that desire. Of what Wesker was trying to recover, Jill had a hint.

"But..." he added, then letting out a long sigh, "...that would mean sacrificing something, obviously."

"... what would you have to sacrifice?" Jill asked, tentative.

"..."

No response. Jill turned her head away in defeat, aware that there would be no way to get the truth out of him if it involved his having to disclose some sensitive detail about himself. But then, she heard him disclose the answer to her hesitant question.

"You."

It came as a complete shock, as heavy as the weight of the world upon her shoulders. Jill's eyes widened, snapping her head at him, whom she found looking at her this time with amusement and resignation in a curious and odd combination. Jill's breath caught in her throat, finding herself unable to reply, and then the realization was hammered into her mind painfully, slowly, each blow of the hammer heavier and stronger than the previous one. With the same resignation that lived within his eyes, Wesker turned his head away.

"Certainly, I can't afford that. It wouldn't play in my favor, you see."

"Ooh, yeah... always talking about interests."

"You should've known better, Jill; I never change my way of seeing things."

"Well," Jill began, shrugging, "you never tried to."

"You're getting your way with me, don't you see?" he asked, his tone brightly amused. Jill gathered her wits and said,

"I'm not trying too hard. Either it's a bit of a quirk I have or you're unusually subdued this time. Why are you telling me this now?"

Wesker raised an eyebrow, their gazes meeting again. "Because you asked?"

"I can't believe you let it out so quickly," Jill replied, sporting a light smirk. "You would've stayed silent, never to let the truth show. Knowing you, that's something that won't change. But..."

"Something you're keeping to yourself?"

"Perhaps you are changing," she suggested, not breaking eye contact.

"There are sacrifices in everything, including fooling death for the second time," Wesker said. "And I take it there's no need for explanations, am I right?"

Jill nodded. "No need. I just... want to know, that's all."

He chuckled, humorless. "You will with time, given how persistent you are."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she shot back, smirking. Changing her tone, she asked, "Back to the topic in question... how will we get to Chris?"

Wesker's impassiveness returned. "Sherry and her team are excellent at their job, or so she's told me. Besides, it will be easy to find them; they won't give us too much trouble."

"How do you know?"

"Let's be hypothetical for a moment. If this supposedly efficient vaccine against Uroboros is being in development and will be involved in all this, then I'm sure Marco will turn to the nearest lab to keep going with it. There's also the scenario of his undying vendetta against me... If Chris and Gionne are going to work together to bring me down, then I suspect they'll keep themselves as close to us as possible. After all, the quieter things are, the better for them... and us, of course."

"And what's left of the BSAA, too."

"If he had some common sense, then he'd stay as he is."

"Unless he wants to set up a diversion or a trap."

"It's all a trap in itself, a plan within a plan," Wesker countered. "There may even come a time when we'll hold each other at gunpoint, all of us... Not recommendable, though, but likely."

"He'll use us, no doubt," Jill said, scoffing. Wesker's next look came hard.

"If there's something Marco lacks, that's the ability to manipulate people. I know him, somehow, and I know he wouldn't go down the same path as Excella... unless circumstances required it. The other side of the coin is that he will manipulate events to his own accord, and that'll be his tool when raising havoc. It wouldn't surprise me if he raised plain Pandemonium," he explained, his tone strong. "There's nothing like a good source of information, which you can tweak to your own favor. He has it and he'll use it, no doubt."

"Just like when he did with the trial... He manipulated all the evidence we had against Tricell and... you, too," Jill said, remorse lingering in her voice.

"Ah, how times change, don't they?" Jill cocked an eyebrow at his remark. "At ease; you know me... or so you claim to, right?" He sighed. "But all this theorizing will get us nowhere if we don't have that to base it on, so I'll follow your suggestion."

"Still, we should have it in mind."

"Quite true; never turn your back to the enemy."

"Surprising, coming from you."

"I never did that myself, mind you. One more thing..."

"Yes?" Jill asked.

"If this gets bad, it will undoubtedly go to worse," Wesker claimed, smirking. Jill frowned.

"You sure are pessimistic sometimes."

Wesker chuckled again. "A pessimist is a well-informed optimist. Never forget that."

Jill scoffed. "Duly noted; I'll keep it mind."

Silence followed Jill's words, Wesker turned his gaze up front and Jill let hers drop to the floor, which she remained staring at for the next few seconds. Her innards made a somersault: she was intensely worried about the two people she held the closest, feeling that they were drifting away from her. Despite the light-hearted sections of her conversation with Wesker -something highly unusual-, her concern wouldn't disappear. Perhaps getting along with your worst enemy -Now our greatest ally- was quite the fact to rejoice in, but not even that would help make things easier. In defeat, sorrow and spiking anxiety, Jill sighed.

But then, just when it seemed it'd all reach unconceivable levels, Jill felt Wesker's hand upon hers, gently taking it in his grasp. In a way, she knew it wasn't meant to be comforting, but she nevertheless accepted it and entangled her fingers in his. All of this without looking at each other; there was no need to. He was cold but warm at the same time... But the biggest question was: was he actually lending her some support?

When Wesker smirked, Jill received her answer to both of her questions: Wesker was taking it personally.

Summing everything up, it went even deeper than Jill could imagine.