"Oh, I was." Wesker answered, talking another step forward. He knew she wasn't going to shoot him; not that she could, anyway. His eyes flashed red as he spoke, a sickly satisfied smile spreading across his lips. "A feeling I'll never forget. The cold fingers of death reaching across my spine... but even that death was as necessary as the other victims of the Raccoon Incident. Rebirth is impossible without death."
His face was as still as a statue, without an ounce of pity for the lives lost on that horrible night. No mortal became a God without first shedding their mortality. "Though it begs the question... what would William Birkin's innocent little girl be doing in a mortuary?"