Sometimes I get so emotional when I think about the Redfield Siblings all grown up, hovering around their 50s, tired and worn and still inseparable.
No matter how old they get, Claire looks at Chris and still sees that big dork in the matching leather jacket who'd pat her head and call her tough; and Chris sees his little baby sister, with skinned knees and fire in her eyes.
I just love them so god damned much


















