"You don't have the manpower or equipment to save me from it Wesker, we both know that." She closed her eyes a moment taking a deep breath.
"And really if that's what you want find some other sap, because I'm not a slave. This curse was forced upon me because someone wanted to play god. And last time I checked Icarus has indeed fallen, and fallen hard. Because if you were still powerful, you'd have solders around us already and be taking me back by force. I may not be able to smell you, but I the only scents in this area are the damned... And I'm really fucking sick and tired of smelling peppermint candies." She turned to face him. "So am I right? You're wax wings are melted and you need a way to fix them. I'm not my father never will be." Her silvered eyes burned as bright as his hellfire ones.