Leon goes a little quiet at that, thinking hard about the not so subtle implication of Fever's that it's other people that make life worth living. It's not that he disagrees - quite the opposite, really - but it slams something into sharp relief in his mind.
He's lonely. Has been for the past six or seven years. Ever since Raccoon City, ever since they took Sherry from him, he's been pushing people away slowly for various reasons, trying not to make too many new attachments for fear of losing them or being lost to them when he inevitably doesn't come home from some assignment or another. He doesn't have friends anymore, barely talks to his family - even here, he's been keeping most people at arm's length, knowing that the end goal is to go back home and finish what he set out to do.
Is that any way to live, either? Be an asset, a weapon, live for duty and nothing else. He thinks about making Sherry laugh, about Manuela singing to him, about Ashley rolling her eyes and smiling at his stupid jokes. Had he ever been happier than in those small moments, even surrounded by tragedy as they were?
"Yeah," he says, distractedly. "No sense in getting obsessed with death like that. Trying to conquer it or giving up on living just because it's going to happen someday. Might as well live in the now, if it's all we know we have for sure."
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He's lonely. Has been for the past six or seven years. Ever since Raccoon City, ever since they took Sherry from him, he's been pushing people away slowly for various reasons, trying not to make too many new attachments for fear of losing them or being lost to them when he inevitably doesn't come home from some assignment or another. He doesn't have friends anymore, barely talks to his family - even here, he's been keeping most people at arm's length, knowing that the end goal is to go back home and finish what he set out to do.
Is that any way to live, either? Be an asset, a weapon, live for duty and nothing else. He thinks about making Sherry laugh, about Manuela singing to him, about Ashley rolling her eyes and smiling at his stupid jokes. Had he ever been happier than in those small moments, even surrounded by tragedy as they were?
"Yeah," he says, distractedly. "No sense in getting obsessed with death like that. Trying to conquer it or giving up on living just because it's going to happen someday. Might as well live in the now, if it's all we know we have for sure."