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Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong (c) Capcom
art (c) me

In his apartment all the lights are off. It seems no one is in there. But he is there. And she is there too, he knows. He can feel her.
- Why, Ada??
He can hear the sound of her breathe. She's standing near the door of his room, wearing his shirt of the last mission in China.
- What do you mean??
- Why did you kill Chris's teammates??
- I didn't.
- Not?? Then, tell me why you tried to kill us. Me, Helena, Chris and the other one.
If Carla was still alive, she'd kill her again and again and again.
- Sometimes what we see is not as real as we think it is.
- You tried to kill us, to kill me...
She looks at his back, at his wounds. Maybe some of them were by Carla's hand.
- Then Chris told me you're dead. And after few hours you helped me and Helena against Simmons. I saw you coming out from a chrysalis.
Carla, who's got her same face. Her same voice. She presses his shirt against her body, as she's holding something to not let go.
- It wasn't me.
- So, what's that??
- Long story.
He hits a punch on the bed.
- Why are you here??
This is his very question. Why is she there?? Why is she there, every time he comes back from a mission??
- Maybe I like this apartment.
She's there, after a mission that lasts several day or several months. She's always there when he's back the night from one of his missions. And the morning after she disappears, like a dream.
- If you want I can give it to you... Why don't you go away right now??
- Do you really want me to do that??
- No...
Then he, almost resigned, takes a look at the moon.
- Yeah.
She's a bit confused.
- What??
He smiles, bitterly.
- It's a cool apartment.

I hope you'll like this picture I started it yesterday and today I've finished it It's one of my colour-experiment and I like how it turned out

Description
Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong (c) Capcom
art (c) me

In his apartment all the lights are off. It seems no one is in there. But he is there. And she is there too, he knows. He can feel her.
- Why, Ada??
He can hear the sound of her breathe. She's standing near the door of his room, wearing his shirt of the last mission in China.
- What do you mean??
- Why did you kill Chris's teammates??
- I didn't.
- Not?? Then, tell me why you tried to kill us. Me, Helena, Chris and the other one.
If Carla was still alive, she'd kill her again and again and again.
- Sometimes what we see is not as real as we think it is.
- You tried to kill us, to kill me...
She looks at his back, at his wounds. Maybe some of them were by Carla's hand.
- Then Chris told me you're dead. And after few hours you helped me and Helena against Simmons. I saw you coming out from a chrysalis.
Carla, who's got her same face. Her same voice. She presses his shirt against her body, as she's holding something to not let go.
- It wasn't me.
- So, what's that??
- Long story.
He hits a punch on the bed.
- Why are you here??
This is his very question. Why is she there?? Why is she there, every time he comes back from a mission??
- Maybe I like this apartment.
She's there, after a mission that lasts several day or several months. She's always there when he's back the night from one of his missions. And the morning after she disappears, like a dream.
- If you want I can give it to you... Why don't you go away right now??
- Do you really want me to do that??
- No...
Then he, almost resigned, takes a look at the moon.
- Yeah.
She's a bit confused.
- What??
He smiles, bitterly.
- It's a cool apartment.

I hope you'll like this picture I started it yesterday and today I've finished it It's one of my colour-experiment and I like how it turned out