[Jill considers pointing out that she asked him why he hasn't killed Jill rather than why Will hasn't, but maybe that's the point. Perhaps they're more the same person than she and her double are. Jill feels a driving force to ruin Jill's life, but she doesn't feel the same, exactly. Perhaps because Jill has never wanted to hurt anyone, not even while under Wesker's control.
Hearing that the real Will fantasizes about such things is a surprise, though. She had the impression that he was much like the man Jill believed him to be. Kind. Smart. Gentle. Perhaps they've both been fooled.
Without responding to the taunts, Jill turns to head back into the bedroom when she's offered some time with Will. Pell is side-eyed as he steps out, and she shuts the door behind him. Don't worry, she won't kill him. And if she tried, perhaps Will would sense such a thing. Her eyes look down at Will, injured and pathetic as he is. She walks over to him and moves to a crouch, then sits on the floor next to him, her cloak wrapped around her. Carefully, she reaches for Will and brings him closer until his head rests on her lap.]
You look terrible.
[Don't get too hopeful, Will. It's still not your Jill.]
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Hearing that the real Will fantasizes about such things is a surprise, though. She had the impression that he was much like the man Jill believed him to be. Kind. Smart. Gentle. Perhaps they've both been fooled.
Without responding to the taunts, Jill turns to head back into the bedroom when she's offered some time with Will. Pell is side-eyed as he steps out, and she shuts the door behind him. Don't worry, she won't kill him. And if she tried, perhaps Will would sense such a thing. Her eyes look down at Will, injured and pathetic as he is. She walks over to him and moves to a crouch, then sits on the floor next to him, her cloak wrapped around her. Carefully, she reaches for Will and brings him closer until his head rests on her lap.]
You look terrible.
[Don't get too hopeful, Will. It's still not your Jill.]