]Breathing a sigh of relief, Chris Redfield leaned forward and watched from the helicopter in the sky, the body glistening with a blue Umbrella logo. He was staring at Ethan whod successfully lived, as if reflecting his own younger days. July 1998. If that damned Mansion Incident hadnt occurred, what would my life be like now? Would I still be with Alpha Team of Raccoon Citys specialized division S.T.A.R.S., perhaps earnestly protecting Raccoon City day and night? Perhaps there wouldve been a future where I died when seriously injured in the Republic of Edonia
Or worse, might I have lived the life of an amnesiac alcoholic if I hadnt met the late Piers? He was possessed by sentiment in a silence lasting only a few seconds. Only someone involved could understand the pain and sorrow. He cut off such sentiments and accomplished his mission again. In his hands is his steel buddy, the Samurai Edge