If there is one thing Wesker can appreciate it's that Cal is giving him the space he needs to figure things out on his own.
An obvious first step in the current situation is to take over the pilot's seat and use his newly acquired knowledge to assert control over the ship. The door closes, the engines come to life, the roof of the hangar opens up the path to the open sky above and the ship slowly climbs up into the air where it is left hovering, the cockpit facing the city the two men have just been walking through. Having taking his hands off the control, Wesker has leaned back in his seat, one hand's fingers tapping lightly against the seat's armrest to release at least a small degree of his inner tension while the other slowly opens and closes into a fist on his other side as he not only considers the view, but everything he has been told, seen and learned.
"No." He answers at last. "I don't want to believe it." A pause and a sharp exhale. "And yet here I am. Controlling an aircraft without ever being trained to do so while my own head tells me how to program coordinates to far away galaxies." He doesn't like it. Any of it. Having to admit defeat is one thing, but the repercussions of the entire tale being true and what that would mean for him are a whole different problem.
After another moment, Wesker allows pragmatism to take charge and let him come to a conclusion. "Guess I can't ignore the truth just because I don't like it."
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An obvious first step in the current situation is to take over the pilot's seat and use his newly acquired knowledge to assert control over the ship. The door closes, the engines come to life, the roof of the hangar opens up the path to the open sky above and the ship slowly climbs up into the air where it is left hovering, the cockpit facing the city the two men have just been walking through. Having taking his hands off the control, Wesker has leaned back in his seat, one hand's fingers tapping lightly against the seat's armrest to release at least a small degree of his inner tension while the other slowly opens and closes into a fist on his other side as he not only considers the view, but everything he has been told, seen and learned.
"No." He answers at last. "I don't want to believe it." A pause and a sharp exhale. "And yet here I am. Controlling an aircraft without ever being trained to do so while my own head tells me how to program coordinates to far away galaxies." He doesn't like it. Any of it. Having to admit defeat is one thing, but the repercussions of the entire tale being true and what that would mean for him are a whole different problem.
After another moment, Wesker allows pragmatism to take charge and let him come to a conclusion. "Guess I can't ignore the truth just because I don't like it."