Biohazard 52009

Ozwell E. Spencer:
[during a flashback at the Spencer estate]... a new superior breed of humans given birth by the Progenitor Virus. The Wesker children were entrusted with endless potential. Of them, only one survived. You.

Albert Wesker:
Are you saying I was manufactured?

Ozwell E. Spencer:
I was to become a god... creating a new world with an advanced race of human beings. However, all was lost with Raccoon City...

Ozwell E. Spencer:
Despite that setback, your creation still holds great significance. [gets out of wheelchair slowly] Now my candle burns dimly. Ironic, isn't it? For one who has the right to be a god! To face his own mortality...

Albert Wesker:
The right to be a god... [abruptly shoves hand through Spencers stomach] that right is now mine.

Albert Wesker:
[pulls hand out and Spencer falls dead to the floor]

Albert Wesker:
The right to be a god. You? Arrogant even until the end. Only one truly capable of *being* a god, deserves that right.

Albert Wesker:
[return to present] The right... With Uroboros, I have that right.