If we keep in mind that he was basically groomed as a child...

If Wesker were to actually listen inward for once and pay attention to his own wishes, the ones coming from the heart he still very much has, or once had, and if it were to dawn on him what was actually done to him, what he was put through, how his childhood got stolen from him, then he'd wanna live out that lost childhood, or at least develop the wish to turn back time, to protect the baby he once was from his kidnappers as an adult.

He was kidnapped as an infant, just like everyone from Project W. Umbrella Corporation agents systematically kidnapped small children worldwide whose parents had above-average intelligence. The kids were raised under strict psychological conditioning and injected with a prototype of the Progenitor Virus. Not all of 'em survived it. Only two kids, exactly.

There's Alex on one hand — grew up into a woman — later died by suicide (gunshot to the head) mutated because of the T-Phobos Virus, then got fought and taken down by Claire Redfield, Moira Burton, and Barry Burton.

And on the other hand there's Albert Wesker himself, who met his end in a volcano. 🫠 Lore-wise speaking of course. In my headcanon he's still alive, and will be for a long time too, so no worries. 😄

My mental health and my view of people. I've been dealing with depression ever since, and it's still with me today, got more and more present with every year that passed. At some point it was joined by paralysing anxiety disorders and a social phobia that cause stagnation.

I was bullied almost constantly from primary school, and it carried on into high school. Whether it was 'cause I looked "different", acted differently, was quieter, and when I did say something, didn't hold back (still the same today)... I even got bullied in primary school for developing breasts faster than the other girls.

I've become extremely cautious, reserved and mistrustful of people. It's hard to get through to me. But if someone makes the effort to understand me, they can see why I am the way I am.

I'm an incredibly tolerant person, but I don't extend tolerance to intolerance. Humanity's currently moving in a direction that's harmful to every minority.

Depends very strongly on the context. But let's assume the following things...

• We're both in a hideout
• We might not be completely alone 'cause his people would be there, but there are rooms that can be locked
• I'm in his quarters, sitting at his desk, eating a few ginger biscuits and helping myself to a cup of warm/hot cocoa
• I don't hear him come in, he suddenly says my name while standing behind me, like that's completely normal

I'd have to pull myself together real hard to not flinch and not choke on my cocoa. He'd bend down close enough to me (in my headcanon) that I can feel his breath. From behind he reaches under my chin and tilts my head back so I have to look at him. His lips real close to mine, my cheeks bright red like anything.

"K-Know the Japanese expression 'nani'? That fits pretty well here," would be my words, completely flustered. His smirk would drive me crazy, make me melt. And then the kiss would happen on his initiative. I'd kiss him back, at least after a few seconds of figuring out what's even going on. 😅