Red Queen continued as her hologram turned toward Alice.
"Alice," she said, "et Alicia Marcus. Co-owner of the Umbrella Corporation."
Alice stared at the woman before her — older, fragile, moving with careful breaths… yet unmistakably sharing her own face.
The resemblance was so precise it felt surreal, like looking at a version of herself aged by a lifeti she never lived.
Alicia t her gaze without flinching.
Red Queen resud speaking.
"Alicia Marcus is the daughter of Dr. Jas Marcus, the man who created the T-Virus. She was born with a rare degenerative condition. Her cells broke down rapidly — she would not have survived childhood."
"Dr. Marcus developed the T-Virus to save her," Red Queen continued, her tone clinical but not unkind. "The virus stabilized her cellular decay and halted the progression of her illness."
Alicia didn't speak. She didn't need to. The acceptance in her eyes — quiet, tired, and deeply human — told Alice that this was a truth she had carried for decades. A truth the world had suffered for.
"But the T-Virus had massive side effects. Because of that, Dr. Marcus wanted to shut down the entire project."
"However, Umbrella's co-owner, Dr. Alexander Isaacs, refused. He didn't want a profitable project shut down."
Alicia lowered her eyes as the past resurfaced, heavy and unavoidable.
"So Isaacs had Dr. Marcus killed." Red Queen said plainly. "After his death, Alicia — his daughter — inherited his shares. But since she was still a child, Isaacs took full control of the company through her guardianship."
The hologram flickered slightly, shifting its posture as if revealing another layer of truth.
"And to manage Umbrella's vast assets efficiently, he created — modeled after Alicia's younger appearance."
Alicia lifted her head with a slow, steady breath. "When Isaacs later proposed the extinction plan, I tried to stop it. Legally, I owned half of Umbrella… but I had no actual power. Everything I said was ignored."
Her voice softened with old frustration.
"So I recorded the board eting," she continued. "Every word Isaacs said. I uploaded the footage to the Red Queen. That was the beginning of our plan to oppose them."
Red Queen's hologram shifted once more, facing Alice directly.
"And as you have guessed, Alice… you are the clone of Alicia," she said.
Her projection leaned forward slightly, like a mother revealing sothing long overdue.
"I represent Alicia's childhood. And you," she added, looking directly into Alice's eyes, "represent her youth."
Alice's throat tightened. "…So I'm a clone. Made from you."
Alicia nodded gently. "You're more than a clone. You're the person they never expected — the one who survived them."
She offered a faint, fragile smile.
"The one who was able to do the thing I always wanted to do but lacked courage. You are better than ," said Alicia.
Now Alice finally understood why she had no mories of her childhood.
Why she couldn't rember a family, a ho, or anything before joining Umbrella.
She always assud it was trauma, or the experints, or so lost part of her past. But the truth was simpler and far more painful.
She wasn't missing mories. She never had them. She wasn't the original. She was a clone. A copy created by Umbrella.
Luke's earlier words echoed in the back of her mind — "You'll et soone who can answer your questions."
He knew.
He had known everything from the mont they t.
Alice turned toward him, her voice quiet but steady. "You knew all of this, didn't you? The truth about … from the mont we t?"
Luke sighed softly and walked toward her, stopping just a step away.
"Yes," he admitted. There was no hesitation, only honesty. "And being a clone doesn't make you any less real."
Alice blinked, unsure how to respond, her breath caught between grief and relief.
Luke continued, his tone gentle but firm. "Identity isn't in the body. It's in the mories you build. Think about everything since we t in Raccoon City — the things we've survived, the choices you made, the people you fought for."
He motioned around them with a small gesture. "Everyone on the island treats you like family. A friend. A teammate. An important part of their lives. None of that cos from being a clone."
He t her eyes directly — steady, unwavering.
"So as far as I'm concerned, even knowing the truth… you are Alice. The real Alice."
Alice's breath trembled. A fragile smile tugged at her lips as tears ford at the corners of her eyes. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly — grounding herself with the one certainty she still had.
After everything she had just learned, anyone else might have collapsed.
But Luke's words steadied her.
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