[Spencer's voice is thin but it's sharp, piercing the quiet like needles; Wesker's gaze flicks toward him, though he doesn't move one way or another, and after a moment Spencer continues.]
Do you think i don't understand what you want? This world has nothing for you. Maybe you can pretend it does. Maybe you can even pretend you're happy for a while. But you're never going to be, are you? You're never going to be satisfied; Umbrella will always call you back, and you're always going to return.
You already have all you could possibly want. And when that isn't enough for you, you'll destroy it and start over. You're perfect, Albert. Exactly as you were created to be. You just have to accept it.
Stop toying with him and take your place. You don't need him anymore.
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[Spencer's voice is thin but it's sharp, piercing the quiet like needles; Wesker's gaze flicks toward him, though he doesn't move one way or another, and after a moment Spencer continues.]
Do you think i don't understand what you want? This world has nothing for you. Maybe you can pretend it does. Maybe you can even pretend you're happy for a while. But you're never going to be, are you? You're never going to be satisfied; Umbrella will always call you back, and you're always going to return.
You already have all you could possibly want. And when that isn't enough for you, you'll destroy it and start over. You're perfect, Albert. Exactly as you were created to be. You just have to accept it.
Stop toying with him and take your place. You don't need him anymore.