Dafni

Your kind, I loathe and despise. They poke and prod at me, talk so much but say very little, that sickening fascination with playing gods, I could never relate to or understand. Yet, there is something so enthralling about one that hates equally and stands by that. I find that.. precious. Cruel, some would say, that I find that precious.

You enthrall me, Wesker. Fascinate me. Alas, such a shame I am the one inside the glass and not the one to stand besides you. Hmm.

-S. 937

"What a pleasant surprise. Not many experiments retain their faculties." Wesker smiles slowly; he's never been one to reject praise, even if it comes from such an... unexpected source. Being called human at all pricks at him, but the creature's understanding that he is different, superior than the lay researchers before him soothes the sting.

“I wouldn’t say experiment. I’m more of a.. glorified research project.” Her mouth didn’t move. Her vocalization was utterly unique, and while her words were clear, they carried a sort of tune to them. Melodic. Like a siren. “Hello. How exciting it is! Some company.” A happy trill followed. He could see how her throat rumbled with glee, a sort of purring.

“Surely, there would be one of your colleagues *delighted* to mansplain to you about my very being. Yet such is my luck, I get to have a voice today.” A tilt to her head as she continued, “Your people classified me as a marvel. An amalgam of the five kingdoms of organisms. Animalia, plantae, fungi, monera, futista.. you surely know already. What did they call me earlier.. ah, yes. A bank of just about hundreds if not thousands of different DNA, all very different species and organisms. An.. all in one?” She chuckled, or at least, something that resembled a chuckle. It was terrifyingly human despite the appearance of the creature before him. “Yes, yes I think that’s it.”

Your kind, I loathe and despise. They poke and prod at me, talk so much but say very little, that sickening fascination with playing gods, I could never relate to or understand. Yet, there is something so enthralling about one that hates equally and stands by that. I find that.. precious. Cruel, some would say, that I find that precious.

You enthrall me, Wesker. Fascinate me. Alas, such a shame I am the one inside the glass and not the one to stand besides you. Hmm.

-S. 937

"What a pleasant surprise. Not many experiments retain their faculties." Wesker smiles slowly; he's never been one to reject praise, even if it comes from such an... unexpected source. Being called human at all pricks at him, but the creature's understanding that he is different, superior than the lay researchers before him soothes the sting.

“I wouldn’t say experiment. I’m more of a.. glorified research project.” Her mouth didn’t move. Her vocalization was utterly unique, and while her words were clear, they carried a sort of tune to them. Melodic. Like a siren. “Hello. How exciting it is! Some company.” A happy trill followed. He could see how her throat rumbled with glee, a sort of purring.

“Surely, there would be one of your colleagues *delighted* to mansplain to you about my very being. Yet such is my luck, I get to have a voice today.” A tilt to her head as she continued, “Your people classified me as a marvel. An amalgam of the five kingdoms of organisms. Animalia, plantae, fungi, monera, futista.. you surely know already. What did they call me earlier.. ah, yes. A bank of just about hundreds if not thousands of different DNA, all very different species and organisms. An.. all in one?” She chuckled, or at least, something that resembled a chuckle. It was terrifyingly human despite the appearance of the creature before him. “Yes, yes I think that’s it.”