The futurist had once again failed to predict that future, opening his mouth like he had clearly worked out all of those details in his process, only to find he didn't know what good would actually come of delivering a project he didn't believe in. That was part of the problem, he was working against his instincts, because his instincts were terrible, and all of them told him this was a dead end.

"He sighs and mutters about me being more trouble than I'm worth, and sends me away to boarding school," he concluded. Maybe not the same pattern exactly. Tony had gotten better at not crying in front of people since he was four, so Wesker wouldn't have to beat the sissy out of him. "Maybe I can hand him an empty box and tell him it traps ghosts and buy myself more time."