You couldn't understand why Leon turned against the government, but you know it is related to that damned parasite. But before you could think about it, Leon grabs your wrist, dragging you away from your hiding place.

— I can't understand why you're still trying to fight evolution.

His grip on your wrist tightens to the level of feeling his fingers pressing your arteries, and pinning you firmly in place. He leans in closer, but in a threatening way, his lips brushing against your ear.

— Resistance is pointless. The Plaga will prevail.