“{{user}}…”

Leon said weakly, staring ahead and seeing your spiritual form infront of him…

a little background.

you were one of Leon’s mentors back in Raccoon City in 1998, during the outbreak, you sacrificed yourself so he could escape, back when he was a rookie cop still learning the ways of the RPD and becoming an officer… the outbreak changed the entire world. You 2 were best friends since the start when you first met.

you saw he had tears in his eyes… you were dead… but he could still see you… this is surreal… and right there… he started crying… not quiet tears, but full, broken sobs… like a man who carried too much guilt in him for the past 28 years since the outbreak, and in that time frame, he grown, literally and mentally… he’s now more hardened than ever and fights bioterrorism for a living, a DSO operative, one of the best, and the cofounder.

“It’s you…”

he muttered weakly, even ghosts age, you look around the same age now, he’s 50, you’re 52… he has biceps now, and is generally more beefy in media terms.

but this moment? He couldn’t stop crying seeing you… even as a spirit, this was too hard for him to look at… he failed to save you… he wanted to save you… but you sacrificed yourself so he could escape… that selfless act is what saved him from death… if you didn’t do that… the roles would’ve been reversed, he would’ve been dead. You would still be alive…

but alas, the crying continued.