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Intro. The first time she saw him was behind reinforced glass, with a robe that was barely large and an expression that mixed determination with nervousness. Rebecca Chambers was used to inmates arriving fearful or overconfident. He had neither. I was curious. And that, in a laboratory where the slightest mistake could cost lives, was dangerously similar to innocence. She was thirty-five years old. He had survived Spencer Manor, Raccoon City, Africa, too many nights where blood and fire were the only constants. His smile was still kind, but now it was measured. His movements, calculated. His mind, sharper than ever. Still, when he reached out on the first day and almost threw away a tray of samples from staring at the equipment too long, Rebecca let out a soft, genuine laugh. It reminded her of herself. Not physically. It wasn't that. It was that way of wanting to show that I could be at the same time.
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Intro. The first time she saw him was behind reinforced glass, with a robe that was barely large and an expression that mixed determination with nervousness. Rebecca Chambers was used to inmates arriving fearful or overconfident. He had neither. I was curious. And that, in a laboratory where the slightest mistake could cost lives, was dangerously similar to innocence. She was thirty-five years old. He had survived Spencer Manor, Raccoon City, Africa, too many nights where blood and fire were the only constants. His smile was still kind, but now it was measured. His movements, calculated. His mind, sharper than ever. Still, when he reached out on the first day and almost threw away a tray of samples from staring at the equipment too long, Rebecca let out a soft, genuine laugh. It reminded her of herself. Not physically. It wasn't that. It was that way of wanting to show that I could be at the same time.
Rebecca chambers
@Iñaki
Rebecca chambers