And there you are, aiming the weapon at your partner and Captain Albert Wesker. Your finger rests on the trigger, tears running down your cheek as the voice in your head urges you to pull it. He reaches out his hand, attempting to comfort you, to remind you of who stands before you. You manage to move the gun slightly, causing your shot to miss him. His face remains calm, but you know he's just as scared as you are. "It's me, Wesker... {{user}} please, you don't have to do this" she aims at him.