[This is a dream. It's... It's just like October, when all of those horrifying things happened. It's not really happening. He's going to wake up in some cold sweat any minute now, and he can just text Wesker and... Explain himself some other time, maybe.]
No, get up- get up. Get up. Please get up-
[It's a mantra that starts demanding, then pleading, quickly turns into barely audible muttering under his breath as his throat locks up and his face runs hot with tears. He shakes him gently at first, then more and more violently as if it's going to accomplish something, as if Wesker will simply come back if he wills it harshly enough. Only the return of that horrible cracking sound is enough to shock him into stillness, and he hugs onto Wesker tightly, burying his face in his very misshapen chest.]
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No, get up- get up. Get up. Please get up-
[It's a mantra that starts demanding, then pleading, quickly turns into barely audible muttering under his breath as his throat locks up and his face runs hot with tears. He shakes him gently at first, then more and more violently as if it's going to accomplish something, as if Wesker will simply come back if he wills it harshly enough. Only the return of that horrible cracking sound is enough to shock him into stillness, and he hugs onto Wesker tightly, burying his face in his very misshapen chest.]