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Final Trial

[ After a long while of investigation in areas that she definitely did not authorize you being in, the Mayor speaks up over the loudspeakers throughout the entire city. She's not using distortion at all, for what it's worth. ]

If you're all done rifling through my past and looting my things, there's a show that we really ought to get on the road, don't you think? Don't worry, I'm not going to come to you. You'll come to me.

[ And, one by one (along with your evidence), every single one of you is teleported into, rather than the underwater dome, a sectioned-off area of the Hall of the Founders. The walls around you are thick glass, and you can see beyond them that the Sparrows have begun restoring the statues. Massive stone renditions of the original Founders of New Rapture surround you, though some are still covered in cloth. A series of podiums have been set for you.

And within your final trial box is another box of frosted glass, ominous before you, just transparent enough to see a figure inside, sitting at a desk, her feet up as she lounges in a rolling office chair. ]

I love the dome, but there's nowhere for me to sit, you know? I was going to reveal this to all of you, it was going to be a whole big thing, but then you woke up early and ran off to do God-knows-what in a bunch of places I didn't need you in! Almost as if someone tipped you off to my plan.

[ Inside the glass case, the figure leans back in the chair further. ]

So you know what? Go ahead and talk amongst yourselves. Air my dirty laundry. Maybe I'll even join in in person. See if you can figure out what happened here, for starters.

[ Welcome to the final trial. ]

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If you want an answer you have to give me an answer, Miss Roscent.

I suppose that's fair. I was hoping to spare you an unpleasant reminder, is all.

[ no she wasn't. ]

It all comes back to Wesker, doesn't it?

In what way?

They sent her back to die without consulting you, presumably.

... Mmm.

I think it's more than that, right?

Somethin' about love.

Oh, I've no doubt that she loved her. But unfortunately, there was nothing she could do after Alex died. Because she could revive the murdered, but not those who died of natural causes.

[ The Mayor is a little quieter, more contemplative. ]

"The meaning of life is that it stops." She knew that. But I, apparently, forgot.

...Did she love you, do you think?

Genuine question, not trying to salt the wound.

I hoped so, back then. She probably hoped the same about me. She managed to be hard to read, even with how open she could seem. But during the game, we both got attached. And that was the first mistake.

[ "hey mayor cant you just be normal" does the kind of person who murdergame romances a resident evil villain possibly have that in them ]

Did you spend some time hating her, after she went back to die? Whether it was her fault or not, it sounds as though it's something she was prepared to accept, while you weren't.

Did you hate her? Did you have it in you to hate her? Or was it only them?

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You loved her. And they wiped you out of her mind then sent her back to her world to die, like a barren sow to an overdue slaughter.

[ She's been saving up a whole lot of Villain Monologue energy these past weeks huh ]

You had something taken from you and so you wanted to steal something in return to even the scales. You wanted revenge. Oh, I'm not judging you at all, you understand – I would do exactly the same. I have done.

[ Mielle smiles. ]

That's what makes us both villainesses.

[ That gets her to laugh. ]

Can you really imagine that? Me, your captor, the one who put you through all of this, capable of love?

[ The laugh lowers to a chuckle. ]

I knew I liked you. If Fontaine had bothered to pick you with the rest of us, I think we could have been friends.

She'd never be friends with garbage like you-- [shes not even friends with THEM---]

[ And that makes Mielle laugh in turn. Irritatingly, despite everything, it's still a very pretty laugh. ]

Oh, I doubt it. I would have loathed you from the moment we met and spent every moment wondering how I could get away with slipping poison into your tea.

[ .............. she says that like it's a joke but you get the impression she is one hundred percent Not Joking. ]

But even horrible heartless girls like us can surprise ourselves. You might not love us – but you loved her. And that's why you couldn't stand it. Love like that being taken from you drives you insane, doesn't it?

What's a little light poisoning among friends?

[ you get the impression she is probably? joking?? ]

Alright, you've found your truth. Yes, I sent Maelstrom and Jack out as revenge. Left them a blueprint for a Lutece Machine and tracked what they did with it. And both times it was like this.

Because they remembered your little game. Even as hard as you'd tried to wipe their brains. And something about it appealed to them... perhaps that's not surprising given the sorts of men they seemed to be.

[ she knows nothing about handsome jack but his vibes? atrocious. l + ratio + no bitches + headshot by a brain damaged teenage girl. ]

Were you hoping to continue, perhaps? Did you hope to see where they had gone wrong and improve upon it yourself?

What can I say? If you make a game, you have to playtest it.

I suppose I can see the appeal.

[ murdergame mastermind mielle... Can You Fucking Imagine. ]

Of course, that leads to the next question. Why us? We found your little whiteboard, so it's clear that your hands were, perhaps, tied when it came to those you brought into your so-called 'playtest'.