[That gets a soft sound out of Wesker, anyway; he's still tense himself, but when he finally turns to face Silver his expression is...strange. Almost vaguely amused, though it's in an odd way that doesn't seem entirely there.]

The old man is going to die soon enough. Whatever he says won't matter in a short while, and those of us that are still alive can all move on with our lives.

Sometimes I hear him out. Sometimes I don't bother.