Chapter 117: Guts
“Destroy what destroys you” —Kreator
Wesker doesn’t make a sound this time, and I can sense of form of acceptance through our bond.
That means I’ve made some progress. Smirking satisfiedly to myself, I raise from the ground and finish packing up, zipping up my bag once I’m done. When I turn around, Wesker’s already gone back outside. I don’t expect him to stay and wait for my next command like an obedient dog, but at least he’s making himself useful by scramming off.
All four males are already waiting for my arrival by the time I step out. Gwi is lounging on one of the couches by the temporary seating area, looking like a king lying on his bedchamber. He smiles knowingly at me, as if he had just heard what had transpired between me and Wesker. Maybe he did—his hearing
