Violet: Okay. The Numbskull is in another Animus session, and I have acquired caffeine. All is right in the world.

Berg: Good.

Violet: This isn’t really your kind of mission, is it, boss?

Berg: Every mission is important in its own way.

Violet: Still, I bet you’d rather be out with the rest of the team, hunting Shaun Hastings or something.

Berg: Would’t you?

Violet: Hell yeah, I want a front row seat for that show.

Berg: Any word from Sorkin?

Violet: He’s scheduled to update me in… 43 minutes.

Berg: Good.

Violet: Can I ask you something?

Berg: Of course.

Violet: What’s it like, using the Animus?

Berg: I went through the Animi Training Program. It felt like the drills we used to do in the Utti Jaeger.

Violet: You never used a normal Animus, like this one? To relive your own genetic history?

Berg: Only once.

Violet: Really?! Who were you?

Berg: I was a young man… On the Viking raid on Lindifame.

Violet: 793. Northeastern coast of England. Sorry. History nerd! So how was it?

Berg: It was summer, good sailing weather. The monastery was a center for religious studies and we crashed into the city like a tidal wave.

Violet: And? And?

Berg: We pillaged and burned. They thought we were demons. The details of the memory were so vivid… I lost myself in the bloodlust. I defeated a Saxon, a great warrior, but did not want to kill him. I invited him to join our clan.

Violet: Oh! Norse adoption rituals! The chance to sail the world with the Vikings!

Berg: Yes, a chance to see the world as it really is.

Violet: What happened then?

Berg: He wept. Then he cried out that God had abandoned his people and that nothing remained but chaos. I felt such pity for him. I killed him without a second thought.

Violet: After we’re done here, are we going to have to kill the Numbskull?

Berg: We will see.