The notes Asgore found are all folded in thirds, names printed on the outside. Some are a bit more useful than others, most likely (and some are a bit more...passive-aggressive...than others...) but then, Wesker's never really been here to make anyone's lives easier.
I've noticed that items belonging to people have a tendency to come out of that godforsaken vending machine after they've died. In the event of glass vials with some sort of fluid in them – and the fluid will be encased in tubing within the vial itself, shaped like a double-helix – that's Umbrella technology.
If it's blue in color, that's the T-virus. Green is the cure for it. Breaking either of them will cause its contents to spread rapidly throughout the building, so ensure that they don't break regardless of color. If you suspect someone has been infected, break the green one immediately.
(I would suggest handing it to someone you don't care about and telling them to break it, given that the cure may be the sort that kills anything that's been infected, and I doubt you want to be put on trial for having accidentally murdered someone.)
Any and all notes I may have written down that can conceivably be used as intel have been burned. I'm disinterested in people reading my personal thoughts and then selectively passing them out like some kind of highly inappropriate party favors.
You're the most likely person here to either survive this entire incident or kill them all. It's a bit of a shame that I'll never know which you choose to do; either way, I'm certain you'll succeed at it, just because you won't accept otherwise.
The questionably sentient robotic box that I tend to spend time with should be in my room somewhere. Most likely under the bed. Find it and make sure it doesn't destroy itself somehow, because I have no doubt it will fall in the pool or try to climb into a laundry basin or something equally stupid one day.
Picking it up will scare it but it gets over itself quickly enough, so don't hesitate to pick it up and move it if needs be. It seems to like(?) having things to hide under. I let it play with one of those antique dolls from the machine, it keeps it occupied if it's being annoying.
I found your secret earlier. If you never read it, it's for the best – it mentioned Her, and several of Her opinions on you, which I personally found blatantly untrue. If you did... Again, it's something that I found to be blatantly untrue.
Regardless, you aren't a moron, nor are you useless to the group. Do what you can to keep their morale high. Keep them together if you can.
I'm fairly sure you qualify as being alive more than I do, for what it's worth.
Keep an eye on Asgore, in the same way you tried to keep an eye on me. He's going to need it.
I appreciated our talks, and everything you've done. I'm sure there's more that I should be saying to you, but you know things like this don't come easily to me.
You'll manage, I'm sure, regardless of what happens here.
You're possibly the one that I owe the most explanation to, and yet you're the one I wish to give an explanation to least. In a way, I would prefer keeping this brief, telling you simply that I regret nothing about what I've done and yet I genuinely enjoyed your company (both things that are, at the time of this writing, entirely true) but I'm aware that that won't be sufficient. It's either going to be everything or I shouldn't bother, and saying nothing doesn't seem to be on the table – it isn't right with me, saying nothing to you, and as such I'm leaving you this under the acknowledgement that it may not be read at all, and the understanding that you're well within your rights to not bother.
In other words, do as you will with this. Either way, I assume that I've failed, if you're reading this at all, so it's not as though I'm capable of having thoughts on it either way.
You told me once that you couldn't imagine what would make a young child so easily let go of the world – I still can't answer you for what might have happened in Chara's instance, but I can answer for what happened in mine. It wasn't any one thing, to my knowledge, there was no moment of epiphany or singular instance that made me decide on anything that I've done. It was a combination of things that, logically and in hindsight, don't matter all that much. Knowing for a fact that my mentor had to put in a good faith effort to not call me disturbing to my face, and dealing with the people who didn't bother with the restraint; a series of bad days that lasted one too long; having experiences without really having them properly – knowing that I should be feeling things in response to something but not feeling anything at all.
There are differences between most humans and myself; that's the bluntest way I can phrase it. I didn't dislike that notion any. But just the same, the contrast was clear, and I wasn't one of them. I enjoyed the experiments we did in Umbrella, though – the early attempts at bioengineering, the things we created. They had no real place in the world, and neither did I.
I willingly infected myself with the T-virus and had myself killed at the age of twenty-five or so. I was aware of the risks, as well as the fact that I would become something that couldn't be considered human anymore, and I didn't think twice about it. Coming back for the first time, as something that was far better than anything I was before, was the best experience of my life.
My mentor decided that he was going to save the world several years after the fact. The way that he chose to do it would be seen as unforgivable, I'm certain, but it was something that I could use for myself if I played my cards right.
So we brought about the apocalypse, and I killed almost the entirety of the world's population. His plan came down to culling the weak, getting rid of the excess population that was doing nothing but destroying itself anyway. I was taking the opportunity to remake the world as I saw fit.
If it comes as any consolation, I have reason to believe that I failed in what I was trying to do. The number of humans still alive in the world is very low; just the same, they can recover from what I've done, if they're careful about how they manage themselves. (My faith in them to do so isn't high, granted, but I suppose that hardly matters now.) I've attached the secret the Transmitter gave me during the third week, for proof that I'm lying on neither count; she's confirmed for me a few times that they're accurate, to the best of her knowledge. I'm aware that you're currently in possession of the Red Queen, who can likewise confirm.
I'm telling you this because you deserve to know, and because you seem the sort that doesn't like to pass judgment on anyone without knowing exactly why they are as they are, and because you said that you would hear it if I needed to talk to you and I considered telling you all of this then and there. I owe it to you to tell you now, because this past weekend I remembered failing in my endeavor and that's why I'm acting tonight, because I have no reason not to anymore – I have nothing back where I came from to remain alive for.
I did enjoy you overall, just as a person. I think I would have considered you a friend, were I capable.
It's for the best if you hate me, however, just as a general rule. It'll be easier on you if you do, and spite and hatred is as good a motivator as any when it comes to staying alive. I don't know what will happen tonight – which is likely a sign that I shouldn't be doing it at all, and logically I know this – but chances are that I've killed someone that matters to the rest of you in some way, so it will be better for you if you don't waste the sentiment on me in the first place.
I do appreciate everything you've done for me, however. Genuinely.
[Attached to the letter is the envelope from the third week; the slip on the inside reads as follows:
Albert Wesker assisted in bringing about the end of the world, and is personally responsible for the deaths of over seven billion people. Less than 4000 humans are still alive.]
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RIN
I've noticed that items belonging to people have a tendency to come out of that godforsaken vending machine after they've died. In the event of glass vials with some sort of fluid in them – and the fluid will be encased in tubing within the vial itself, shaped like a double-helix – that's Umbrella technology.
If it's blue in color, that's the T-virus. Green is the cure for it. Breaking either of them will cause its contents to spread rapidly throughout the building, so ensure that they don't break regardless of color. If you suspect someone has been infected, break the green one immediately.
(I would suggest handing it to someone you don't care about and telling them to break it, given that the cure may be the sort that kills anything that's been infected, and I doubt you want to be put on trial for having accidentally murdered someone.)
Any and all notes I may have written down that can conceivably be used as intel have been burned. I'm disinterested in people reading my personal thoughts and then selectively passing them out like some kind of highly inappropriate party favors.
- Albert Wesker
SAKURA KASHIMA
You're the most likely person here to either survive this entire incident or kill them all. It's a bit of a shame that I'll never know which you choose to do; either way, I'm certain you'll succeed at it, just because you won't accept otherwise.
Once again, you're a fascinating woman.
- Albert Wesker
PIZZAZZ
The questionably sentient robotic box that I tend to spend time with should be in my room somewhere. Most likely under the bed. Find it and make sure it doesn't destroy itself somehow, because I have no doubt it will fall in the pool or try to climb into a laundry basin or something equally stupid one day.
Picking it up will scare it but it gets over itself quickly enough, so don't hesitate to pick it up and move it if needs be. It seems to like(?) having things to hide under. I let it play with one of those antique dolls from the machine, it keeps it occupied if it's being annoying.
- Albert Wesker
WHEATLEY
I found your secret earlier. If you never read it, it's for the best – it mentioned Her, and several of Her opinions on you, which I personally found blatantly untrue. If you did... Again, it's something that I found to be blatantly untrue.
Regardless, you aren't a moron, nor are you useless to the group. Do what you can to keep their morale high. Keep them together if you can.
I'm fairly sure you qualify as being alive more than I do, for what it's worth.
- Albert Wesker
RYOJI
Keep an eye on Asgore, in the same way you tried to keep an eye on me. He's going to need it.
I appreciated our talks, and everything you've done. I'm sure there's more that I should be saying to you, but you know things like this don't come easily to me.
You'll manage, I'm sure, regardless of what happens here.
- Albert Wesker
ASGORE
You're possibly the one that I owe the most explanation to, and yet you're the one I wish to give an explanation to least. In a way, I would prefer keeping this brief, telling you simply that I regret nothing about what I've done and yet I genuinely enjoyed your company (both things that are, at the time of this writing, entirely true) but I'm aware that that won't be sufficient. It's either going to be everything or I shouldn't bother, and saying nothing doesn't seem to be on the table – it isn't right with me, saying nothing to you, and as such I'm leaving you this under the acknowledgement that it may not be read at all, and the understanding that you're well within your rights to not bother.
In other words, do as you will with this. Either way, I assume that I've failed, if you're reading this at all, so it's not as though I'm capable of having thoughts on it either way.
You told me once that you couldn't imagine what would make a young child so easily let go of the world – I still can't answer you for what might have happened in Chara's instance, but I can answer for what happened in mine. It wasn't any one thing, to my knowledge, there was no moment of epiphany or singular instance that made me decide on anything that I've done. It was a combination of things that, logically and in hindsight, don't matter all that much. Knowing for a fact that my mentor had to put in a good faith effort to not call me disturbing to my face, and dealing with the people who didn't bother with the restraint; a series of bad days that lasted one too long; having experiences without really having them properly – knowing that I should be feeling things in response to something but not feeling anything at all.
There are differences between most humans and myself; that's the bluntest way I can phrase it. I didn't dislike that notion any. But just the same, the contrast was clear, and I wasn't one of them. I enjoyed the experiments we did in Umbrella, though – the early attempts at bioengineering, the things we created. They had no real place in the world, and neither did I.
I willingly infected myself with the T-virus and had myself killed at the age of twenty-five or so. I was aware of the risks, as well as the fact that I would become something that couldn't be considered human anymore, and I didn't think twice about it. Coming back for the first time, as something that was far better than anything I was before, was the best experience of my life.
My mentor decided that he was going to save the world several years after the fact. The way that he chose to do it would be seen as unforgivable, I'm certain, but it was something that I could use for myself if I played my cards right.
So we brought about the apocalypse, and I killed almost the entirety of the world's population. His plan came down to culling the weak, getting rid of the excess population that was doing nothing but destroying itself anyway. I was taking the opportunity to remake the world as I saw fit.
If it comes as any consolation, I have reason to believe that I failed in what I was trying to do. The number of humans still alive in the world is very low; just the same, they can recover from what I've done, if they're careful about how they manage themselves. (My faith in them to do so isn't high, granted, but I suppose that hardly matters now.) I've attached the secret the Transmitter gave me during the third week, for proof that I'm lying on neither count; she's confirmed for me a few times that they're accurate, to the best of her knowledge. I'm aware that you're currently in possession of the Red Queen, who can likewise confirm.
I'm telling you this because you deserve to know, and because you seem the sort that doesn't like to pass judgment on anyone without knowing exactly why they are as they are, and because you said that you would hear it if I needed to talk to you and I considered telling you all of this then and there. I owe it to you to tell you now, because this past weekend I remembered failing in my endeavor and that's why I'm acting tonight, because I have no reason not to anymore – I have nothing back where I came from to remain alive for.
I did enjoy you overall, just as a person. I think I would have considered you a friend, were I capable.
It's for the best if you hate me, however, just as a general rule. It'll be easier on you if you do, and spite and hatred is as good a motivator as any when it comes to staying alive. I don't know what will happen tonight – which is likely a sign that I shouldn't be doing it at all, and logically I know this – but chances are that I've killed someone that matters to the rest of you in some way, so it will be better for you if you don't waste the sentiment on me in the first place.
I do appreciate everything you've done for me, however. Genuinely.
- Albert Wesker
ATTACHMENT
Albert Wesker assisted in bringing about the end of the world, and is personally responsible for the deaths of over seven billion people. Less than 4000 humans are still alive.]
DR. ALEXANDER R. ISAACS
I suppose we have no use for each other anymore.
- Albert Wesker