At last Nicholai closed his eyes, bowing his head slightly as he conceded to the other’s questions. He hadn’t expected Wesker to just give in the moment he asked for a favor. As he looked up again, he gave the faintest hint of a shrug.
“Because I can do things for you,” he said in response to the final demand. “You may have already noticed that despite this lack of inhabitants on this island there was eatable food, fresh water and even electricity to be found.” A faint smile played over his lips. “All the answers to what you ask are tied together. Who am I and what I can do for you, that is. We have not met, you are correct in this. But I know who you are because I brought you here.”
He lifted his one arm to inspect his fingernails briefly, leaving the other resting against his torso. “You came here seeking supplies, did you not? Medical supplies, if I recall. Do this favor for me and I shall give you the supplies you require. And should you do this favor well, and continue to do as I ask, the reward will be greater. Shall we say…” he lifted his gaze to Wesker, seeming to be keener, more piercing than before, “…a secure laboratory?”
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