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Memories were like a plague hovering over his very existence. Memories he wish to forget even until this day. Maybe that is what drove him to the brink of insanity. Of course, he could not forget. No matter how much he tried to force himself to. It was inevitable, that he knew, but to actually come to the final realization is what had torn this stoic stern individiual to pieces from the inside out. Moment's passing by like an old record. Black and white, sketchy, the voices, actions what he had gone through for the past twenty years all nothing but fading memories on his part, but no. These would be what he would hold onto, no matter the consequences. To place a false facade around himself to fool those around him, but to cling on to that last bit of sanity he possessed that one memory, that face that refused to dissappear would remain no matter what the future brought to the midst. Was it enough for him to fall? Enough to bring this man to his knees? It was enough for him to begin. Begin loathing the world and those who resided amongst it. Everything he had held dear was taken without remorse, fate, not even the living could bargain with such a atrosity, something so certain. How does it feel? That feeling you have searched for all your life. Peace, sanctuary.. It was information that had molded that would be a deep factor towards what this man was to become. There is nothing left. I have nothing left. Would you let me move forward?Refusing to allow himself to completely fold under this circumstance he could only think of what his friend would say. Don't mourn..?Emotionally confused beneath that hard exterior it was as if he had lost himself for hours, but in time he would finish what they had both started. In that name, your name. I finish this for you. Finish what we were suppose to, together. Isn't that right? To bring down Umbrella and get away from it all.Weary motives, what was his motivation? To move forward and continue. Those memories always there to remind him. That thick darkness that surrounded him was just a small reminder of how alone he was. Like a child hiding from the world yet still afraid of the dark but had rendered such fear into his own mental support.Where is my intervention? Gone. Not an expression given he had pushed all aside except for that one ever lasting image. ..and when I do truly smile my friend, that will be when you and I meet again.