I Dream of Darkshire

[Albert Wesker]

Wesker just watched in mild amusement at the act. The old man clambering slowly out of the carriage, with aid from the younger one. Behind his sunglasses, eyes slowly flicked from one to the other. The old one to the young and back again. He'd had long years of experience carefully studying people, during his time at Umbrella, acting as captain of the STARS unit, and then his days with the organization and Tricell. Getting a general read on someone, gauging what they were about. It had been easier, before, when there was only 'humanity' to consider; it had been a known thing, something he could easily quantify and guess at. Not exactly so, here. Anything was possible here.

But that did nothing to change the fact that even a child would be able to put the facts together here and reach the proper conclusion: there was more to this one than met the eyes.

Then came the bells, again. Odd little things, now that he could see them, not like any bells he'd seen before. Gentle, and altogether pleasant enough in sound, though. And after only a minute of listening, he offered a faint smile and held up a hand to his chin, as if pondering something thoughtfully. "Well, I can't say I've ever seen something quite like that first-hand before," he stated , amusement evident in his tone. "Though I suppose I should take it as something of a comfort that I am not the only one so..." He looked aside, down the main street of the town. "...out of place in such a place."