I need to get one of those. Someone, I mean. Not a sister. Chris' sister would leave a bigger mess, but not sure I trust anyone to clean things up. It's not like I have a hundred porcelain figures or anything, though, so it's no big deal.

[ How reassuring of her to mention this. ]

Pretty much. I kinda grew out of the mom haircut in the 90s. I mean it wasn't mom then... You know what, let's drop this one.

[ It was an alright at best cut. The shape was a little awkward, but it was easy to take care of and if she didn't get a chance to cut it for long it didn't get in her eyes and drive her nuts. That was literally the criteria she had for it. ]

Mortality can be a scary thing. Especially if the other person would do the very same thing. But the average person doesn't have to make a split-second decision like that, as romantic an idea as it is.

[ She means in a more traditional "romantic" way, but she guesses it works for every definition. She supposes that's why she did it, too. Not the idea of it, but knowing that every second of living and breathing and knowing she could've saved Chris would have killed her more quickly than any mission might. No, she'd do it again without hesitation for him. People try to find other ways, fight it harder, refuse to accept it in those situations. For her, the snap judgement had been to rush Wesker and pray that Chris was left behind.

She doesn't regret it. ]

Guess it's nice when it's a bunch of people who are similar in some aspect, too. Not that blood-related family members can't be.