Chris sat at his desk and sighed. "So you're saying our fates are locked somehow?"
"Unfortunaley..." Rosalina said, twirling her fingers. "And DAnte' still thinks you're...well..."
"Still under Wesker's control. Fat chance." He grunted, twirling a knife. "That boy's gonna get himself hurt if he jumps to conclusions so soon." He tilted his head. "Unless he hasn't heard about it."
Rosalina shook her head.
