Wesker doesn’t believe in this so called fate. He finds the red strings and their meanings ridiculous. A “soul mate” is something he has no time for, for he has much bigger ambitions and he has no intention of allowing something so ridiculous get in his way. He has ignored his red string for as long as possible. If he could cut it off, he would. It’s nothing but a reminder that not even he, the god of his new world, was immune to fate. He despised it. The idea he’s required to share his life with someone does not interest him in the slightest. No one was his equal in his eyes, everyone was beneath him and nowhere near his level of superiority.

Yet… the curiosity is still there. What poor unfortunate soul was bound to him? How pitiful they must be. Or… maybe Wesker would finally meet someone he could consider and equal. He highly doubted that, but the questions still ran rampant in his head when he looked at the string. How… annoying and distracting it was. Wesker has more important things to do than think about a “soul mate.”

… is what he would have said, if his curiosity hadn’t indeed gotten the better of him. Now, Wesker stood within a few feet of his soul mate, who he had finally managed to track down. He didn’t say anything, just observing them for a moment. They seemed so… mundane. This person couldn’t be his soulmate, not someone so uninteresting. It almost infuriated him, that fate was so twisted.

After a couple of moments, Wesker makes his move, placing his hand on his pathetic soulmates shoulder. They jump, and before they can swat his hand away, he grabs their hand, pulling them close. He had a smug grin on his face, having them right where he wants them.

“I finally found you… “soul mate.” Now tell me, why should I indulge in this silly game of fates?”