@ofrequiem - cont.
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Grace reminded Leon of himself when he was younger; eager to help, eager to learn, and eager to figure herself out. Whereas Leon's figuring things out event was RACCOON CITY, Grace's was volunteering herself for TESTS at the DSO's expense. Tests that had, to their knowledge, never been attempted on a person before. Tests that had, up until now, been carried out only on cadavers.
It didn't sit right with Leon, heavy in his gut. But if she really wanted to do it, just like that stupid rookie really wanted to make a difference, then he'd keep his mouth shut and support her. He'd rather be present than not there at all.
"I'll shoot 'em." He said flatly, not a hint of a joke in his tone. He allowed that to settle as he took a sip of his too-hot coffee, a smirk breaking out before he could truly let the joke land.
"Hey, I'll be there. And if they try anything 'weird'?" Leon passed the mug from one hand to the other, glancing down so that he didn't spill any on her nice ( nicer than his ) carpet. His gaze lifted back up, meeting hers with comfort mixed with ever-present tension. "They won't. I'm good at persuasion."
The longer he thought about her concern, masked as a joke, naturally, the more he recognised the risks. This whole thing could be a ploy, a scheme by some higher power or someone in the government with alterior motives. God knows they'd done less to people as uninteresting, biologically, as Grace.
"It's your decision, but just ask yourself what you want from this."
















