Bailey, with his dark eyes, his father's eyes, looks up at Wesker in decided uncertainty, hand half-extended to try and reach up for Wesker's glasses. He lowers his arm, eyes starting to well and mouth filling with a pathetic wail of fright.
"Bailey!" Temple's voice cuts through the air, surprisingly sharp and atonal given Temple's soft appearance. She walks up, tight in her dress and movements and not looking entirely unlike an origami crane, and ushers her child behind her. Bailey, certain of his mother's invincibility, ceases his cry and looks almost eager to see if Temple and Wesker will fight.
Temple does not fight, however. She shrinks slightly under Wesker's gaze, a frightened and deer-like creature. "I'm sorry, my boy didn't bother you, did he? He gets very excited when he sees...people from the Games."
Which is Temple's way of admitting that she doesn't know if Wesker's a Victor or a Tribute, because she hasn't been watching the Games for the last two years.
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"Bailey!" Temple's voice cuts through the air, surprisingly sharp and atonal given Temple's soft appearance. She walks up, tight in her dress and movements and not looking entirely unlike an origami crane, and ushers her child behind her. Bailey, certain of his mother's invincibility, ceases his cry and looks almost eager to see if Temple and Wesker will fight.
Temple does not fight, however. She shrinks slightly under Wesker's gaze, a frightened and deer-like creature. "I'm sorry, my boy didn't bother you, did he? He gets very excited when he sees...people from the Games."
Which is Temple's way of admitting that she doesn't know if Wesker's a Victor or a Tribute, because she hasn't been watching the Games for the last two years.