For all the twisting and conniving, for all the outright lies, Wesker still came out looking like the champion he was. The Capitol's favorite son, if only for the moment.

But even if he'd hadn't, he still would have found satisfaction in what they'd done to Aunamee. Oh, he didn't doubt for a moment that they'd put those - so very kind - words in his mouth and it was delicious.

Watching his continued humiliation was one of Wesker's newest favorite sports.

At the back of the lounge, while his fellows threw their quite little fits (or not so quiet, in a few spectacular cases), he poured himself a glass of wine - a bloody red - and smiled to himself.