tired... losing my Wesker voice... "I can smell the virus on you, Sherry," Wesker mused, watching her leave. "And you and I both know what will happen once you begin to turn."
Wesker had half a mind to catch up with her and force her into servitude, but it was just so much more satisfying to make her need what he had to offer. "You need to create a serum to keep your evolution at bay. Just as I needed mine. When you cannot find more of it, you will become a monster, and as such, will be put down by those who dwell here. Tell me Sherry... are you strong enough to endure such a fate?"