Sergei's eyes met his, and William felt a sudden pull of apprehension. He remembered the first time, only a few days ago, that he'd gotten a look at himself in the mirror. His eyes hadn't changed as he'd seen Albert's do, just moments after he'd given the man the specially-crafted injection. He remembered the way the man's body had convulsed, his hiss of pain, only for a minute, and then... the golden-red gleam in his eyes as he stared into William, and for the first time, William had been afraid of what he'd created...
His eyes hadn't changed as much as that, but they had a sort of golden shine to them that was certainly noticeable.
William was brought suddenly back down to earth with the man's words, disgust filling him. Could there really exist someone so loyal to Umbrella, to a corporation that had done to him what he had justifiably done to Marcus?
They'd stolen his research, attempted assassination, taken over his beloved G-Virus, and all after the many, many years of loyal service he'd given them? They would do the same to this man, if they hadn't already. He certainly looked as if he'd been used. What a disenchanted idiot.
"Of course it's fallen," he said, harshly. "You have the Anti-Umbrella group to thank for that." A pause, before adding, "Of course, Umbrella won't stay down. Spencer is trying to revive it. And I'm certain he'll want your help." Otherwise, Spencer wouldn't have bothered waking the man. The man had no care for anybody beyond who he could use for his own ends.
...Kind of like someone else he knew, William mused. The two certainly made great rivals.