That there are supposedly limited places he can take this ship is not information Wesker is too keen to simply accept. But he will have to find out. The other bit that has him pause again, if briefly, is the request.
“You’re asking me for permission now? If you tell Me you’re a vampire next I will kill you.” The response is dry, but at least accompanied by a small wave of his hand that can vaguely interpreted as permission. As long as Cal doesn’t get in his way, Wesker doesn’t really care about what he’s doing.
He himself is headed straight for the cockpit, which is entirely alien to him while at the same time making a disturbing amount of sense. Space flight of the scale his head currently insists on just doesn’t exist!
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“You’re asking me for permission now? If you tell
Me you’re a vampire next I will kill you.” The response is dry, but at least accompanied by a small wave of his hand that can vaguely interpreted as permission. As long as Cal doesn’t get in his way, Wesker doesn’t really care about what he’s doing.
He himself is headed straight for the cockpit, which is entirely alien to him while at the same time making a disturbing amount of sense. Space flight of the scale his head currently insists on just doesn’t exist!