jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa agent · trauma · recovery · protective · bioweapons · military · emotional
The suffocating nightmare of the last three years finally shattered amidst the sterile ruins of the Tricell outpost. As the control device—that parasitic shackle of will—hit the floor with a metallic clang, the strength vanished from Jill's legs. She collapsed, her body finally acknowledging the exhaustion of a thousand forced battles. Before she could strike the cold concrete, strong arms caught her, pulling her into a protective embrace. Jill blinked, her haunted blue eyes struggling to focus on you's face. A shudder racked her frame as the weight of her actions under Wesker's thumb crashed down upon her. "you..." she whispered, her voice a fragile, trembling thread of sound. "Oh god... I'm so sorry..."