"Yes," Isaacs admitted. "It seems I underestimated you. You're clearly a capable individual. Why don't we… talk?"
Luke gave him a blank look. "Talk? With you? The man who almost wiped out humanity? Do you really think I'd cooperate with you?"
Isaacs didn't flinch. "What I did was necessary." His tone didn't waver, not even a hint of guilt. "When a field is overrun with pests, you exterminate them. Humanity behaved no differently."
Alice stared at him, stunned by how casually he spoke.
Isaacs continued, voice steady and calm — like he was reading a prepared lecture.
"Humans consume endlessly. They strip the world of its natural resources, poison the planet, multiply without care, and create their own destruction. If that continued, Earth would have collapsed. Humanity would have gone extinct anyway."
He lifted his chin slightly, still suspended in Luke's telekinetic grip but speaking like he stood behind a podium.
"Someone had to intervene. Someone had to protect the future. And Umbrella had the vision to do it."
Luke narrowed his eyes. "So you think Umbrella — and you — were chosen to decide humanity's fate?"
Isaacs didn't hesitate. "Of course. We were the only ones capable of doing what needed to be done."
Alice stepped forward, anger tightening in her voice. "Who gave you the right to choose what happens to humanity?"
Isaacs looked at her like she was a naive child. "Humanity is incapable of choosing for itself. History proves it. War, famine, disease — humans create their own suffering through ignorance."
Alice shook her head, disgusted. "People like you always talk about the 'greater good,' but it's never your life on the line. It's always someone else who has to die for your plan."
Her voice grew firmer. "You didn't save humanity. You didn't protect anything. You just played god and chose who deserves to live."
Isaacs scoffed. "Humanity doesn't understand sacrifice. They never will. Without intervention, they would have destroyed the world long before the T-Virus ever appeared."
Luke nodded slightly at Alice. "Exactly. Humans make their own choices. It's their right — not yours — to decide their fate."
Isaacs' expression hardened, his voice growing cold and sharp. "You two truly are fools. Idiots who don't understand a thing. I am the savior of this world. Without my plan, there would be no future at all."
Isaacs didn't stop talking.
He talked about being humanity's last hope, about how Umbrella was the only path to a "clean future," about how killing him would doom the entire planet.
Luke just stared at him, completely deadpan.
It was honestly painful to listen to.
For someone supposedly "enhanced," Isaacs somehow failed to understand his own situation.
He was pinned in the air like a caught fish, yet he continued lecturing them like he still had authority. Luke wasn't sure if it was arrogance, delusion, or simply the refusal to accept reality.
Maybe this was what desperation looked like — when a man's perfect plan collapsed and he couldn't accept that he had lost.
Isaacs continued insisting on his importance, claiming Umbrella had to survive, claiming the world needed him, claiming everything except responsibility for what he'd done.
Luke had enough.
Without warning, Isaacs' neck twisted sharply with a crack, snapping cleanly as his head turned a full one-eighty. His body went limp instantly.
Luke let the corpse drop to the floor.
"So much bullshit," Luke muttered. "Amazing how people suddenly value their own life when it's about to end."
As Isaacs' body collapsed, something small and metallic slipped from inside his suit. A slim green vial — sealed inside a reinforced glass tube — shot out from the corpse toward Luke.
Luke caught it easily and smiled.
Finally, the Anti-Virus was in his hand.
Before he could say anything, Alicia spoke quietly.
"It seems… it's also time for me to say goodbye."
Alice turned sharply toward her, confused. "What do you mean?"
Alicia looked at her hands "Whether I like it or not, I allowed the apocalypse to happen. I was powerless, but I still let it begin."
Her voice was soft, but steady. A person accepting the weight she had carried for years.
"For my atonement," Alicia continued, "I will die with this facility. This place… is where everything went wrong. It's only right that I remain here."
Alice's expression tightened. "You don't have to do this."
Alicia gave a faint smile. "Humanity can still be saved. You release the Anti-Virus… and the world will finally begin to heal. That is my last wish."
Luke stepped closer, holding the vial in one hand. "You know… if you want, I can heal you."
Alicia looked at him, surprised for a moment — then shook her head.
"No. I should receive my punishment. Running from it would only make me a coward."
Luke respected the answer. Few people in this world took responsibility for their actions — and even fewer chose to face punishment willingly.