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[yamata]

what a grand reveal for miss redfield this must be, is her world really so small that a new strain of the tyrant virus warranting umbrella develop an accompanying vaccine is a surprise? “ i have said before that a standardized vaccine could work in your circumstance, if you're so worried about your infection & cannot wait until we neutralize t-phobos in our labs. ” it's no wonder she comes barging in asking for the obvious, what is trivial for christine must seem insurmountable to a terrasave do-gooder. her work, umbrella's resurrection & its new mission statement, is of real import. without the technology developed here & the painstaking research into the bioweapons their predecessors unleashed upon the world these NGOs wouldn't know where to start.

claire & terrsave need christine & she has no use for a lost woman barking demands in her office, but if there was one silver lining in this exchange it's that christine has some ideas to propose to the leads of a certain off the books project in collaboration with the BSAA, a source of joy within frustration that does bring a light curve to her lips. miss redfield doesn't know her history & christine is always eager to impart knowledge on the old umbrella's greatest hits, “ sheena island, i'm sure you're familiar. the second raccoon city, i believe it was called? umbrella was extracting a specific fear hormone from kidnapped teenaged boys to use in the development of their tyrant bioweapon. ” to make them more ferocious, the files had said. maybe that's what the BSAA's new line of super soldiers need.

“ you can see the connection to t-phobos, it's important we find method to the madness you endured, if any. ” christine is too lost in the possibility of it to notice any shift in claire's temper. it's hard to guess the thoughts of any wesker beyond misery & destruction, maybe she is giving alex too much credit. “ higher bone mineral density resulting from infection could account for you surviving unscathed, & there isn't enough research in the adverse effects of high BMD for me to recommend anything but precaution. ” a clinical, rehearsed smile bookends her diagnosis.

@rescuefield.

silence she's met with only brings more frustration, claire knowing all too well this is useless yet refusing to leave. when finally christine speaks, frustration almost turns to anger. "so you are making a vaccine." a stark contrast from what she had been told at first - no sign of mutations, everything perfectly in place compared to the last time a sample of her blood had to be taken. all lies, in hindsight. "thought we had nothing to worry about." claire thinks aloud, yet the hint of sarcasm is hard to miss; she can feel the judgement coming from the scientist, not so hidden mockery sprinkled here and there in whatever piece of info she knows about that claire is obviously missing.

"i don't even know what you're talking about." as far as claire knows, alex wesker was a sick fuck trying everything she could to keep herself immortal. it didn't work on her, and now her and other two people are paying the price... although claire is willing to admit she seems the only one actually worried - no, paranoid about the recent turn of events. "all i know is that i wasn't supposed to survive that fall in the ocean and i didn't even break a bone." a pause, crack in her voice giving away too easily her current state of mind. "everybody keeps saying that everything's fine, but i know the way i feel pain now is not the same as when i ended up on that damn island."

for all claire knows, if t-phobos actually serves its purposes at it seems then there is no reason for those in charge to demand more. "i'm not stupid, i know it's a mental thing. i just need to understand how to live with it instead of being told to stay calm while they get another vial of my blood."

[yamata]

happy birthday operation raccoon city & also dr. christine yamata

[yamata]

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christine's interest in albert wesker goes about as far as discerning the viral cocktail he injected with himself back in arklay, people are otherwise too complex a puzzle for her to solve & psychology isn't her field (she relegates others as either her intellectual equals or simple morons & certainly feels wesker is below her given his request to transfer to umbrella intelligence, to her it speaks enough of his scientific acumen). as an expert in pharmacology & virology i feel like she would be aware of his necessity to regularly inject himself with the PG67A/W serum in order to stabilize his infection & though she'll never know wesker as more than a man in the room, an overseer of her & her staff's work at tricell who mercifully keeps to the darkness, unlike excella. her tenure at their european facilities does feature some daydreaming of examining what makes wesker a more stable host for a progenitor strain than everybody else.

the only reason he earns her loyalty is because at her core, christine's desires are very simple, she is driven by an insatiable curiosity for new, cutting edge viral discoveries that carry weight within her own field (christine loathes that her reputation is built on the antiviral aspect of her research, the inverse of her passion). give her a well equipped laboratory & staff comparable in skill & intellect to her & she'll dull away at whatever virus or parasite is put before her, but she tires of las plagas very quickly given she only has krauser's corpse to work off of.

wesker might've spun off from umbrella to build his own bioweapon empire, but christine sees in him the same crawl towards self destruction that characterized umbrella's superiors. no better representation of wesker's ideological death spiral than uroboros itself, an insult to her field, as she's called in a reply. she agrees with the other chris here, he is one of umbrella's leftovers.

[yamata]

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[yamata]

not that anybody asked by here's me beating mohg (as christine) in NG+1

[yamata]

“ you are wasting my time. ” she snaps back with the force of a chain pulling tight, as if lacking any instinct for self preservation. baring teeth at a man who could & would twist her neck without hesitation, without effort. just a ring finger & a thumb pressed against her skin, breaking every single cervical vertebrae with a simple twist of his wrist. whatever viral concoction has housed itself within his cells hasn't yet removed wesker's fine motor skills but the neurotrauma common in every single one of umbrella's strains must've certainly taken hold.

whatever other explanation could there be for what his latest retrovirus?

“ i hold the distinguished service award from the american society of virology, ” she continues, boasting her accomplishments with a sense of pride & yet knowing he would never recognize her authority as anything but a farce. “ this— ” a frustrated huff escapes her, lips twisted as if the word sat acrid on her tongue. “ uroboros of yours is an insult to my field, a hodgepodge of whatever strains you could scrounge up after umbrella's collapse. ” it's RNA read like an open book, tyrant, golgotha & veronica, a mixture of the incomplete that will only wreak havoc on its host. everything she despised about her time in umbrella's laboratories concentrated into one man's ambitions, a viral strain for the weak minded fools he imagines were his inferiors. christine will remind him that she is the superior intellect.

“ it's a failure waiting to happen, there is nothing to work on. couldn't you have at least salvaged birkin's epsilon strain? i'm not even sure if you want me to stabilize mutations or encourage them, or if you even give a shit. this is beneath me. ”

→ @yamata said: “ you seriously can't expect me to work on this— it's a third rate pathogen at best, birkin was synthesizing better strains coming down from a coke binge . ”

" I do not remember asking for your opinion on this. " Noisy, this one was, and quite LOUD in her opinions. Were some of the people he employed were at least a little amusing in their rudeness, she was nothing more but a disturbance with little to justify all the noise. The mention of his colleague, his old friend, briefly threatened to stir something long dead up inside him only to yield to the same anger that had become his new normal over the last few years.

His work was, as always, only his to fully comprehend and far beyond the limited minds of those who did his dirty work for him. He could choose to explain to the woman why they had chosen this task for her, he could go on and on about it for days if given half the chance — but the fact alone that she decided to COMPLAIN rather than to do anything about her annoyance was a clear sign that he would be wasting his breath trying to make her understand.

He had been in a similar position years ago, being handed seemingly mindless and useless tasks but unlike her, he had investigated what Umbrella was really doing and had seized his chance to become part of the more ELABORATE research by any means necessary. " How about you stop wasting my time and get back to work? "

[yamata]

Tao Okamoto by Josh Olins, Vogue China, August 2013 styling: Clare Richardson / hair: Shon / makeup: Sally Branka

Fashion: Haider Ackermann, Stella McCartney, Michael Kors, Rochas

[yamata]

last thing she needs is a fucking journalist ( or some terrasave hotshot masquerading as one ) thinking they can set a foot in the door of christine's office & bombard her with a torrent of questions that drag her away from her research. blue umbrella & the BSAA are already overseeing the containment of an island in the baltic sea that this woman presumably escaped from, does she think intruding on the pivotal work of a lead researcher will speed things along? is she so selfish to demand a cure first above all others infected? that would at least be intriguing.

christine isn't about to deflect with her own line of inquiry, instead she quietly, succinctly tells the woman she is done talking. it doesn't move the needle in the direction she would like. she can see the confused irritation pinching claire's eyes & she rubs her temple knowing she'd have to endure this interview until miss redfield tires herself out. christine gets up from her chair, a hand toying with the inner fabric of her lab coat pocket. this situation is the sort of test her therapist would conjure up & she has to fashion her escape.

“ you were infected with a t strain that responds to catecholamine hormones, correct? we're in early trials for a vaccine but judging by the mutations we've observed, i don't see why a readily available t-virus cure shouldn't work if you're in such a rush. ” & then, as if something clicks inside her mind, christine's face lights up with a spur of the moment revelation. “ later models of umbrella's tyrants necessitated the secretions of the pituitary gland in response to stress in young men. i wonder if that is the purpose of your strain, speeding up the production of t-103s. ”

this search is endless, the information gathered in the meantime not so much. claire knew it would have led her to a lot of dead end streets, but this much? perhaps it's time to admit defeat and let it all go - neil, the plans, whatever the fuck alex wanted to do with t-phobos and how to find a cure for it. the last one especially, considering how it's ended up affecting her life in ways she could have never imagined it would be nice to at least resolve somehow before it gets out of control... but these days claire knows better than to hope and bet on her odds as they obviously are not in her favour.

@yamata : you are done talking now.

"uh?" falls from her lips, genuine confusion as she looks up to the other. okay she guesses, either the doctor knows more than claire expected or her theories are getting closer to the truth that the bigger picture hides. a pause for dramatic effect - they both know she won't shut up about anything now that they have reached this point. "well i guess it's time for you to fill in the blanks, then." claire counters, daring tone and renewed spark in her eyes. "so... what do you know?"

[yamata]

were there an afterlife she is sure this would be her purgatory, every single word is like a nail scrapped against a chalkboard. “ tricell was dead on arrival, ” christine corrects, sealing her fate & dreading the next witty retort. she isn't quite sure if mia does it on purpose or if this is just her general way of being. with a mouth like that someone should've carved out her vocal cords by now. slowly, painfully, a project worthy of miss schneider. it's a tragedy they had lost contact years ago.

by some mercy, silence follows the wake of her comment, giving her ample time to consider ending the call right there. but so very few remain to whom she can air out her grievances, people that know of the evolutionary dead end of wesker & excella gionne's monumental idiocy & christine's role in it. “ a pastiche of yesterday's bioweapons out on the market, an empire undone by two UN peacekeepers. ” & her dear research staff were all left for dead somewhere in west africa, more bodies for the funeral pyre while she slipped by unnoticed from tricell's italian headquarters. it pays to plan your exit in advance, words of wisdom from the woman that shackled christine & mia together. if only the forces that bound them together would've set her free.

“ wait— you're in chicago? ” genuine surprised colors her tone, a hint of actual emotion as fingers tighten around her phone. a stray animal was loose on her property & she knows no one else is willing to keep it in check. a wrench in her plans for a quiet afternoon that almost supersedes mia's proposal. “ you & i are no longer business partners, but if you're in millennium park i can spare ten minutes to listen to whatever doomed scheme you wanna rope me into. ”

@yamata » stop. contacting. this. number.

❝ Boo, you whore! ❞ A roll of eyes unseen. ❝ Your ass still chapped about the big TRICELL blowout? ❞ Mia eases off the throttle, gives the good doctor a therapeutic dose of ambient noise while she takes a drag. She's fucking thoughtful like that. ❝ Gionne and her blond petri dish had a dud on their hands, and you knew it. Don't blame me for backing the wrong horse. ❞ She hazards a glance upwards to gaze into the horrible chrome abyss of Chicago's latest eyesore. ❝ You know, back in my day bean meant ecstasy. Damn. Crazy your people paid taxes for this. ❞ Her fingers squash the cherry against the stainless steel sculpture, blackening its reflective finish. The smoldering remains of her cigarette fog the surface like hot breath against a cold window. A primitive current of dopamine flickers through her brain — the petty joy of leaving a mark. Her personal piss-stain on Christine's backyard.

❝ Listen. I can make this conversation worth your while. Something educational. Call it enrichment, a gift — whatever you want to. But I guarantee it'll pique your interest. ❞

[yamata]

hey

write other wolfpack members

[yamata]

❛ THE DUSTY TOYBOX   ›   ACCEPTING .

in the brief seconds between idle chatter her mind wanders, looking back upon the road taken, cracked asphalt & molten rubber. she remembers it well, the desolate cold of the interrogation room, the filtered sterile air that greeted her when the black bag was taken off her head. unceremoniously dragged off in some nondescript van in broad daylight just a few hours after setting foot in chicago, dazed from a thirteen hour flight & barely conscious enough to recognize the mark of the american government. it seems they saved their best welcoming committee for their most treasured assets & it was only when a file was slid in front of her eyes that christine understood why, the need for all this shadow & secrecy. a familiar logo colored blue, an irony so potent in that revelation even she could see the discomfort in her captors when she burst into egregious laughter.

they promised her a chance at redemption, for umbrella & america both to greet the new decade with a suite of anti-bioweapon technology. to earn back public trust & international funding, who better to lead the charge? as if her life wasn't already one great big pantomime she had no say in, pulled around by rope & chain from corporation to corporation to handle all their dirty work. everything they couldn't do because they lacked her expertise, her experience. even albert wesker didn't know what to make of the decomposing plaga in his possession & she had to reengineer its cellular structure using pure guess work.

at least now that authority is hers, the smoldering ruin of umbrella was rebuilt where their old headquarters once stood & the halls christine haunted in her youth glisten with a new sheen of white paint. everything here is hers to command & she can laugh in the face of that redemption, hovering over the one man who wants to believe in it more than anyone else. luis serra navarro, some vagrant who snuck out of spain about three years ago, thinking he could paint over his past with messy brushstrokes. christine notes the jitter in his hands as he's handling a vial, the uncertainty, the dread of being back with umbrella after running away from it like a sniveling coward. all she wants of him is an answer to a simple question, just what exactly is he trying to do?

@untodeath : “ i’m trying to start a new life . ”

christine cackles at his response, a mocking smile curving her lips. it was about as pathetic as she expected, nothing less from this rat of a man she has to share space with. if only luis was there when she was working with that shitty fucking parasite, he might have earned his keep. made the hell she endured under wesker & excella go by a little bit faster, that research was beneath her. all he has left is licking his wounds & she asks, “ ⸺why? ” it's an impulse she cannot fathom, remorse & regret, useless pitfalls on the path to progress.

“ don't you have any pride in your work? nemesis fell in raccoon city but it held the most promise out of everything the tyrant project had to offer. ” & the wolfpack had to wrestle for umbrella's control over the creature, another distraction they couldn't afford, but a worthy price to pay for christine to witness its might & glory. “ or do you really believe the crap they spin about a new umbrella to mop up after itself? i wouldn't hold my breath. ” what a foolish notion it was, as if the ghosts that reside in this building's foundation will ever relent. history will repeat by drip feed & she will watch in muted self-satisfaction, every researcher under her will commit the same mistakes & she'll have her life back, no matter the cost.

[yamata]

protest has proven a fruitless endeavor, erstwhile reminders that she doesn't posses a doctorate of medicine have yielded only hushed laughter & a wagged finger pointing her in the direction of the examination room . the same veiled complimented delivered to her like a knife to the gut . it did ring true, christine yamata's expertise on viral infection is unlike any other, but there is a detail always omitted that threatens to bruise her ego . no living specimen has made it off her operating table alive, those that even saw the glow of halogen bulb were lucky, she has satiated her curiosity on subjects writhing on the floor on which she found them .

anything graced by her scalpel was either a corpse or soon to be & it makes her wonder, so uninterested in the proceedings of a routine checkup that she has focused on the buzzing of the neon light rather than the interviewee, what would happen if only one of them left this room alive ? they deliver their favorite dog to her all beaten & bruised from some rescue operation in spain, singing tall tales of a cult & its parasite, a new discovery for america to sink its teeth into . the excuse would be so simple, adverse side effects from an yet unobserved infection, a sudden burst of anger & a thirst for her blood that necessitated self defense . the picture of him splayed on the floor, pouring crimson onto white marble, satisfied a craving she hasn't indulged in since she's been put on watch . curving her lips into something that could hardly be considered a smile .

christine's eyes dart upward from her papers, cynicism met with burning malcontent, expression now vacant of anything but the malice of her time being wasted . “ we would be if you could answer me like an adult, rather than injecting sarcasm into every single sentence . ” her pen clicks, accentuating the point made . it's not the only weapon available to her at the moment, but even if christine didn't feel the urge to slice his throat she is sure they would end up trying to kill each other eventually .

“ you were the host of an unclassified helminths parasite, correct ? even if removed it's important you tell me any strange symptoms you might've experienced since the infection . anything from lumps under your skin, blurred vision, to seizures, confusion & an inability to focus . you could be experiencing neurocysticercosis . ”

@yamata TO CONDOR ONE. BLAIR WITCH STARTERS.

“ no point in dwelling on the past. ”

Never mastered the dreaded art of small talk;  but every so often,  he would find himself giving it a fair shot.  Somehow,  most attempts turned out futile  &  therefore each time he was reminded that silence indeed was golden.  Double-edged blade as well.  The quiet he couldn’t get along with.  It was oppressive,  smothering,  rarely bringing out the best in him.  Shrouded by this opaque veil rendering his breathing irregular and shallow,  what else could he count on to break himself free from the silence’s sticky webs?  Small talk.  The air heavy and dense,  merely muddled by the fizzling and clicking of machinery and the gentle murmur of pages flipped.

Leon’s always been reticent and not too chatty,  especially in the strangers’ company.  Yet in those last months when he was treating himself to a secluded vacation in his rundown flat,  he might’ve weaned away almost completely from human contact.  With his arms crossed in front of his chest,  the chair weeps as he leans back.  Kennedy’s wary gaze doesn’t really meet hers,  but it keeps floating around like a disoriented moth searching for a gleam to cling to.

“  I didn’t mean to bore you,  pardon me,  ”  he shortly retorts,  hushed voice not lacking cynical notes.  Brooding on what once was and what could’ve been is all he knows,  and apparently all he can make conversation about  ( or more like conversation’s poor mockery ).  Ashy blue eyes gander from underneath knitted brows right at the other,  the benefit of the doubt they hurled into his cracked hands before delegating him here for a routine checkup slowly slipping out.  If it were up to him,  he’d rather wrap it up that very second.  But in his field,  nothing is ever up to him.  “  Are we done with this riveting questionnaire?  ”

[yamata]

one thing i'm fudging the numbers on a bit w/ christine's history is that umbrella's chicago headquarters was for their american subsidiary which was a holding company overseeing the activities of umbrella's american laboratories (most of which are located in raccoon city), not a building in which any science was actually done . so i'm flubbing the canon here to state that their front as a pharmaceutical company & the majority of their development on their drug line was done by chicago based researchers unrelated to their bioweapons development program hidden in raccoon city, mostly cause i believe umbrella's higher ups are stupid enough to employ an unnecessary amount of cloak & dagger & have people on their payroll who just think they're a pharmaceutical company with no cruise liner subsidiary, prison camp & fascist dictatorship located on a small island where umbrella was doing qanon but real

[yamata]

↪     ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿 .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted sentence starters .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   no longer updating .  )

why are you here ?

drive .  drive fast .

i think we should make an informed decision .

are you coming or not ?

you’ve been avoiding me .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?

this should be your priority .

let me hold you for a minute .

get out of my way .  i won’t tell you again .

that wasn’t supposed to happen .

can you keep a secret ?

i don’t know what i did to deserve you .

you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ?

you’re safe with me .

sorry isn’t good enough .

where is all this coming from ?

who told you about that ?

sorry i’m late ,  i got caught up .

you’re being paranoid .

why are you looking at me like that ?

you’re the single most important thing to me .

all i’m asking is that you hear me out .

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

we shouldn’t stick around here .

hold my hand ,  i don’t want to lose track of you .

[ name ]  …  truth or dare ?

i love you .  nothing’s gonna change that .

can you tell me what happened ?

you can’t come around here anymore .

back off ,  okay ?

what ,  you don’t have time for me anymore ?

you’re asking for too much .

i’m trying to start a new life .

what do you mean ,  you aren’t coming back ?

sometimes i think you must hate me .

why can’t we just talk about this ?

i know i fucked up ,  you can stop rubbing it in .

you’ve got quite a reputation .

i’m not usually like this ,  i’m sorry .

please ,  just let me explain myself .

i love watching you work .

we’re on the same team .

did you ever tell anyone ?

you’ve got a lot of explaining to do .

really funny ,  you’re very mature .

you call THAT a PLAN ?

can we get out of here ?

i thought things would be different .

this is not up for debate !

do whatever you have to do .

karma’s going to get you for that .

it could’ve been a lot worse .

i asked you to leave me out of this .

maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith .

i never want to see you again .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i’m gonna be there when you get what’s coming to you .

you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me .

i’ve been waiting all night for this .

i told you not to contact me .

sometimes i really think you have a death wish .

what do you need ?  —  what can i do ?

i would do literally anything to keep you safe .

that was supposed to be a secret .

you haven’t called me that in years .

stop telling me to calm down !

we make a pretty good team .

i have so much i want to say to you .

i’m not going to let anyone hurt you .

can we please not do this right now ? 

wait ,  wait  …  just breathe for a second .

how are you holding up ?

why don’t you stay the night ?  i’ll take the couch .

i don’t need your protection !

you’re not making this easier on yourself .

are you going to let me in ?

i’m supposed to be protecting you .

i will kill you if i have to .

do whatever you have to do .

this is going to hurt ,  i’m sorry .

what happened to you ,  where have you been ?!

there was nothing you could’ve done .

you’re all i need right now .

i don’t believe in love at first sight .

have you been following me ?

i need you to believe me .

what do you remember ?

i’m not a good person .

what the hell’s going on with you ?

you’re being followed .

just when i thought my day couldn’t be any worse .

i’ve been having weird dreams .

so you’ve been lying to me this whole time ?

are you trying to get us killed ?

this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me .

i never asked for your help .

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

why has it started to feel different with you ?

don’t worry ,  i have a plan .

i heard everything .

do you need to sit down ?

i have the right to know what’s going on .

i’ve just gotta catch my breath .

stay out of my business .

what did you think was going to happen ?!

don’t cause a scene .

tell me something about you that i don’t know .

can i buy you a drink ?

what if  …  we played spin the bottle ?

this was never a problem until  [ name ]  came around .

you can’t ask me to make that choice .

are you seeing anyone right now ?

i need you to listen to me ,  we don’t have long .

you’re lying ,  that doesn’t make any sense .

you look  …  stunning .

what are you trying to prove ?

who died and made you the boss of me ?

you can’t just show up here like this .

let me make it up to you .

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this .

can we stay like this ?  just for a little longer .

i don’t need you to fight for me .

so  …  you lied to me ?

you’re the only one that can help me .

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

i never introduced myself ,  i’m [ name ] .

i expected more from you .

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

are you real ?  is this real ?

can i stay with you ?  just for the night .

you’re going to get yourself killed .

why did you help me ?

tell me what i can do to help .

pick a card ,  any card .

i never wanted any of this .

i love you .   you don’t have to say it back .

do you wanna get out of here ?

what the hell are you talking about ?

i should have trusted you .

get your head out of the clouds .

how is any of this MY fault ?!

what aren’t you telling me ?

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

it’s never just one with you ,  is it ?

you’re not supposed to know about that .

shut your mouth .

i haven’t kissed you yet ,  today .

where is this coming from ?

come over here and make me ,  then .

keep lying to yourself ,  see where it gets you .

i’m not a bad person .

is that what you wanted to hear ?

we can’t be seen together .

i can’t give you what you want .

i need you to leave .

are you drunk ?

i’m here ,  i’m here .  i’m not going anywhere .

you might want to take a seat for this .

have you been listening to anything i’ve said ?

i haven’t heard from you in weeks .

you’re jealous ,  aren’t you ?

who do you think you’re talking to ?

what are you reading ?

you could’ve killed me !

come on ,  we don’t have time for this .

i just need ten minutes of silence .

really ?  that’s all you have to say ?

we could leave ,  you know .  go far away .

you don’t look too good .

i never want to see you again .

why can’t you just leave me alone ?

i thought you died .

you’ll do anything for attention .

give me another chance .

how’s the weather up there ?

all you do is hurt people !

i’m sorry ,  none of this makes sense .

you need to get out of here before anyone sees you .

i told you i didn’t want you around here .

is that supposed to be a threat ?

you’ve changed .

don’t look at me like that .

it’s a beautiful day ,  don’t you think ?

i did what i had to do .

you never know when to stop .

i’ve got to get home ,  it’s getting late .

i have nothing to prove to you .

stop LYING to me  …  all you do is lie .

you don’t have to be nice to everybody .

don’t tell me what to do .

pull your head out of the past .

nobody can help me .  i can’t even help me .

we are not talking about that right now .

are you new around here ?

you have no idea what you’re starting .

i’m gonna get us out of here .

whatever you came here to say ,  i don’t want to hear it .

everyone’s staring at us .

is there anything i can do to help ?

i won’t cause you any more trouble .

– just follow my instructions for once !

do you want to come in ?

i just didn’t know what to do .

you need rest ,  lie down .

i’m not who you think i am .

i don’t know what you want me to say .

you’re not like anyone else i’ve ever met .

i feel like i’m going insane .

stop asking ,  you’re not going to like my answer .

i didn’t want you to see me any differently .

i wish i knew what to say to you .

don’t give me that look ,  you know what i mean .

you should be afraid .

do you still love me ?

i never thought i’d get this far .

the world doesn’t revolve around you .

i need you to give me some space .

i know what you’re doing ,  don’t play games .

you left me to die .

i’m beyond repentance .

when are you going to get it through your head ?

i missed you more than i thought i would .

i’m in love with you .

what do you need from me ?

i’ll kill them ,   just say the word .

[ name ] ,   what are you doing here ?

how can i help ?

you’re pathetic .

i need you to come pick me up .

where have you been ?  it’s eleven o’clock .

i couldn’t live with myself if i let you get hurt .

i can’t just pretend it didn’t happen .

you’re a real piece of work .

do you remember how we first met ?

when did all of this fall apart ?

that’s not what i came here for .

i would do anything for you .

i don’t need you to hold my hand through this .

are you sure this is the right thing to do ?

can’t we try to pretend things are okay ?

what is THAT supposed to mean ?

you’re always late ,  what am i supposed to think ?

there’s nothing you can do to fix this .

you’re far too kind to me .

can we go now ?  like ,  right now ?

i have to do this alone .

where’s your common sense ?

we aren’t supposed to be in here .

can you feel my heartbeat ?

i think i’ve seen you around before .

why are you acting weird ?

i have a really bad feeling .

i hate seeing you like this .

how am i supposed to react to that ?

what do you want most in the world ?

[yamata]

plotting call ! now that christine's basic information is on her carrd & her role in the ressie universe is made clear, it's time to get something rolling off the ground

[yamata]

the best hook for operation: raccoon city i can give to my followers is the game's insane ending if you choose to kill leon

here's the lamer ending if you choose to aid him instead