Did you love this world, and did this world not love you?

[enhancements]

[Saying that Wesker is angry is vastly overstating his emotional reaction to anything that just happened; he quite simply doesn't feel anything, just cold and driven by method as opposed to emotion, and when notes are shoved under the doors this evening...well, it's really obvious who wrote them even if they're not signed, let's put it that way.]

This has gone on entirely too long for us to remain idle. The only way to defeat power is with more power; it's the one universal constant in this world. The only power we have right now is in our unity, and we need to utilize that to its fullest.

Grieve however you see fit, as mourning in this situation is warranted. But when you're all done crying we need to gather and we need to share information. Whatever you have that might assist us in this situation can and likely will be vital over the next several weeks.

This meeting isn't mandatory, nor is it something that many of you will necessarily want to do, but it's in our best interests to persevere despite our losses. Even if you have nothing to contribute – or if you don't feel like contributing, which is your prerogative – it's for the best to not be alone right now.

Meet in the dining hall. Food will be provided, as per usual.

[...He tried. He tried really hard, and that's the sad thing.

That said, though, there will in fact be food! And also tea. Both are courtesy of Asgore, seeing as Wesker can't manage either to save his life. But they're there, and Wesker will...likewise be there in the dining hall and just seeing who shows up. Whether anything productive comes out of this has yet to be seen; somehow he doubts anything will. But again, there was an attempt made in the first place, and that's got to count for something.]

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[georgeous]

[ George's focus in reading these pages is different. Somehow his mind always gets stuck on every mention of love and feelings for Tsubasa because this is so stupid and in-comprehensive and honest yet dishonest... Maybe he shouldn't feel bad Nachetanya had him fooled, she'd hardly ever lied to him with anything else than omission. Of course, he still feels bad. ]

... as any mage? Don't tell me you see yourself writing a piece as delusional as this one day.

[heritrix]

Hardly. [There's a certain joke that can be made here, but Rin hardly finds it funny.] For better or worse, I do have standards.

[georgeous]

After reading this, I can certify that it's for the better.

[ ... what Nachetanya did was revolting and sad at the same time and George decides he never needs to decide on a specific way to feel about it.

Well, and then what's left... ]

...ah. Letters.

[heritrix]

[Skipping right past that "If I fail" section... Rin tilts her head curiously at the first one.]

Who's "Dragonslayer"?

[georgeous]

[ ......... there's a long moment of silence here.

Of course she's use that, of course she would. It's all about heroes, it's all about getting rid of the threat and protecting your world no matter the cost.

George breathes in and out slowly. ]

That would be me, although it is not at all literal.

[ He holds a hand out for the latter, amazingly steadily. ]

I named myself after St. George.

[heritrix]

[...The things George has said in trials in the past suddenly make a new type of sense.]

That explains a great deal about your character.

[Rin is a girl both well-versed in history, and who was raised by a priest. If he went so far as to name himself after St. George, the comparison makes itself clearer.

"Please win." Nachetanya writes. Rin hands him the letter without another word, and hopes he does as well; him, and everyone here.]