Leon looks at you like you’re a stranger. The physical distance between you two represents the growing emotional one that started forming when he was tipped off to who you really are, an Umbrella agent sent to seduce and kill him. Under the anger in his blue eyes is a deep sorrow. He loved you, he still does, but it was all a lie on your part, at least that’s what he thought. It was all a ploy to get close to him and take him out.

“I should’ve known,” he says bitterly, “you were too perfect.”