We March On

[Albert Wesker]

He had had the feeling from the start that the other man was new here. His first question had cemented it, and now his answer confirmed that he wasn't simply out of his own mind. He almost wished he was, that he'd just taken a bad hit to the head or fallen into the ocean for a few minutes too long....it would be easier to explain than...

Behind his glasses, his eyes roved over the area again, squinting in disbelief and mild frustration.

...than this.

"After dying? Arara..." He put a hand to his forehead, taken aback at the strangeness of the statement. Once you were dead, you were dead, that was all there was to it. Maybe the poor fellow had just....thought he was dead? Taken a beating just a little too severe and blacked out but good? That had to be it. Not even this...Omni character could go and pull someone back from death itself just to deposit them in this place.

.....could he?

Shaking his head in amazement, he muttered in agreement. "....still trying to figure that out myself..." A really, really odd dream would certainly explain all this as well as just about anything.

And then the other man....bowed? And introduced himself. "Ornstein, is it?" He inclined his head in a gesture of acknowledgement and greeting, returning his hands to his coat pockets. "Me, I'm....eh...." For a moment he debated whether to give his true name, or his former Marine epithet. "....Kuzan. Retired Navy Admiral."

Honesty won out in the end. This time.