The first thing that's likely noticeable is that the wheelchair is gone, having been replaced by something less purposeful, a high-backed chair set up atop those couple of steps leading up toward the center of the room. There are still two people in the room, however; Spencer is present, not seated or bound down by any sort of medical apparatus - he still looks old but he looks like a good amount of his health has been restored, and he's standing to the right of the chair itself, his left hand resting on the shoulder of the person seated there.
And the person he's got his hand on is Wesker, because of course it's Wesker; he's dressed all in black, in the leather and the long coat that he wore that night he tried to unleash Uroboros into the world, and he's got his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap and he's sitting very, very still, and even though he's got those dark glasses on, covering his eyes, it seems obvious that he isn't really seeing very much. He doesn't respond to your entrance, and even if you can't see his eyes, his gaze seems very solidly focused on the three inches of dead space in front of his face.
The wind picks up outside.
Spencer tips his head at you. He doesn't take his hand off Wesker's shoulder. In the end, he's the one who speaks.]
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The first thing that's likely noticeable is that the wheelchair is gone, having been replaced by something less purposeful, a high-backed chair set up atop those couple of steps leading up toward the center of the room. There are still two people in the room, however; Spencer is present, not seated or bound down by any sort of medical apparatus - he still looks old but he looks like a good amount of his health has been restored, and he's standing to the right of the chair itself, his left hand resting on the shoulder of the person seated there.
And the person he's got his hand on is Wesker, because of course it's Wesker; he's dressed all in black, in the leather and the long coat that he wore that night he tried to unleash Uroboros into the world, and he's got his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap and he's sitting very, very still, and even though he's got those dark glasses on, covering his eyes, it seems obvious that he isn't really seeing very much. He doesn't respond to your entrance, and even if you can't see his eyes, his gaze seems very solidly focused on the three inches of dead space in front of his face.
The wind picks up outside.
Spencer tips his head at you. He doesn't take his hand off Wesker's shoulder. In the end, he's the one who speaks.]
Good of you to join us.