chaotically_rem

Fear.

Leon hated to admit it to himself - he would never admit it out loud, oh no - but he was absolutely terrified.

"We need to wait for a second." He said, trying his best to sound calm, to sound normal. They were still in the house after shooting down half the damn village, ready to move on and get the hell out of here. Louis had run off after showing up to help them out and give them some information, leaving Leon to lick his own wounds and reassure Ashley that they weren't both going to suddenly turn into feral parasites or die.

Or at least, Leon was trying to convince himself that he wasn't going to suddenly turn feral or die.

"Are you okay?" Ashley asked, her voice lilting in concern. She approached him, but stopped short like she was worried he might bite if she got too close.

He wasn't okay as he feigned checking his gun. It was the damn Plaga in his neck that scared the shit out of him. The idea of losing control was so horrendously awful that Leon suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He took a deep breath, letting it settle deep in his lungs, reassuringly. He couldn't afford to lose his cool, couldn't afford to give Ashley a reason to doubt him. She was already so scared.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He lied. They didn't have time for him to truly be okay.