[Wesker doesn't answer verbally; he just breathes for a moment and pulls the trigger.
It's a sudden, cold action; he doesn't agonize over it, and he can't bring himself to be upset over opening fire on someone that wasn't fighting back. It isn't like it matters much; it wasn't Birkin, anyway.
He can't tell if he connects.
He doesn't really register what happens, to be honest; Birkin was there, and then suddenly he wasn't, and Wesker doesn't think he managed to shoot him but if he's honest he isn't really sure. He just knows that Birkin isn't there and there isn't any blood, and either way it's probably for the best.
...He acknowledges, after the fact, that that was likely mildly alarming, but so it goes.]
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It's a sudden, cold action; he doesn't agonize over it, and he can't bring himself to be upset over opening fire on someone that wasn't fighting back. It isn't like it matters much; it wasn't Birkin, anyway.
He can't tell if he connects.
He doesn't really register what happens, to be honest; Birkin was there, and then suddenly he wasn't, and Wesker doesn't think he managed to shoot him but if he's honest he isn't really sure. He just knows that Birkin isn't there and there isn't any blood, and either way it's probably for the best.
...He acknowledges, after the fact, that that was likely mildly alarming, but so it goes.]