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Wesker carried Jill’s broken body in his arms away from the bottom of the cliff, cradling her gently and trying not to incur any further damage. He could feel her, limp and close to death in his arms.

She regained consciousness briefly, as he carried her into the bay of the transport craft. She was barely lucid.

He put a gloves hand gently on her face.

“Captain?” she murmured, looking up at him with fluttering eyelids, her eyes teary. She was so pale. “It hurts…”

Wesker watched a tear start to roll down her cheek, and he leaned in and caught it with his lips in a soft kiss.

“Stay with me, Jill. I will take care of you.

Whatever was next, the Tricell era was at an end.

Somewhere deep in Albert Wesker’s fevered mind, past the rising mania brought on by Uroborus, somewhere he knew that this could be the last private moment that he and Jill had to share.

The thought drummed in his mind that it was Arklay all over again– drowned out by the mental tsunami that promised a new and better world.

Even in his madness, he found the presence of mind to hold her one more time. To pull her close and kiss her and stroke her hair between his fingers.

He said nothing, but they both knew.

It was time to face Chris.