[With a low sigh, Vincent pulls his hand away and picks his tea back up, taking a long sip before he trusts himself to reply. This is infuriating. Embarrassing, and infuriating.
The questions doesn't seem to bother him much, although that might just be because he's already working so hard to keep from exploding in a rage at the kind of lengths that HACK went to just to screw him over.]
My customary answer would be "not what I was," but I think...you're probably looking for something a little more scientific.
[Sip.]
A...colleague, if you could call him that, killed me when I was twenty-seven. He used my body in a series of human experiments. I'm not entirely certain the purpose of most of them--
[Except as a measure of prototype for the SOLDIER program, testing difference enhancement processes and the like.]
--but I'd guess that was put into place fairly early in his playing. He was known for being more than a little spiteful.
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The questions doesn't seem to bother him much, although that might just be because he's already working so hard to keep from exploding in a rage at the kind of lengths that HACK went to just to screw him over.]
My customary answer would be "not what I was," but I think...you're probably looking for something a little more scientific.
[Sip.]
A...colleague, if you could call him that, killed me when I was twenty-seven. He used my body in a series of human experiments. I'm not entirely certain the purpose of most of them--
[Except as a measure of prototype for the SOLDIER program, testing difference enhancement processes and the like.]
--but I'd guess that was put into place fairly early in his playing. He was known for being more than a little spiteful.