Desmond: Have… Have we ever tried to make peace with the Templars?
William: Throughout our history, there have been moments… Several, in fact. But…
It’s impossible. There are… existential differences. Insurmountable. If there were to be unity, it wouldn’t be a truce so much as a submission.
Desmond: But knowing what’s about to happen… Wouldn’t it make sense to try and talk to Vidic? Come to an arrangement? Even if it’s only temporary?
William: We’d all be so busy watching our backs, nothing would be accomplished. Imagine that, we’re more productive at war…
Desmond: Well have we tried… sending in someone? Doing to them what they did to us with Lucy? Or Cross?
William: We have. And it’s never worked. We either sent in people who were either too weak, and found themselves turned – or too strong, and were unable to carry out the charade.
Desmond: I just feel like we all want the same thing.
William: We use the same words, but that’s all they are… words. In the end, it all comes down to freedom. We seek it. They detest it. And so there’s never an end to the fight. Not until one side is completely gone.
Desmond: Is that even possible?
William: Probably not. Our two groups have existed in one form or another since… well… forever. But things can be better than they are. And that’s something.
William: You never should have come here. You put everything on the line – for, what? So you could rescue your father?
William: You have more important things to do right now.
Desmond: Jesus, Dad.
William: What? What do you want me to say?
Desmond: I don’t know. ‘Hi, son. How are you? What have you been up to?’
William: I know what you’ve been up to. Nothing. You wasted away in some shitty apartment with a pointless job, while the rest of us were out there fighting to make a difference.
Desmond: You are such an asshole. Oh, you thinking about hitting me again? Because this time, I will hit back.
Desmond: Hey… So, uh, when this is over… And assuming it all works out… I was hoping I could… You know… Come home.
Desmond: You need to go. All of you. Now. Get as far away from here as you can.
William: Come with us. We’ll find another way.
Desmond: There isn’t time!
William: Son…
Desmond: You know it’s true. It’s already started. I need to do this now. So go! GO!
Used to be when people talked about the end of the world, we locked them up or laughed them off. Sometimes both. But we never took them seriously. Maybe we should have.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Better to start at the beginning – with the abduction of Desmond Miles. My son.
This…boy had no ambition. No direction. No plans for the future. What he DID have was a heritage. One he chose to deny. It nearly cost him his life.
He was captured and imprisoned. Those who took him believed he could help them find something. The Apple. One of several artifacts we call Pieces of Eden. Bits of ancient technology scattered across the globe. Some hidden. Some found. All of them dangerous. Most are held by a single group – the same group that now had Desmond.
You know them as Abstergo Industries. We know them as the Templars – as the enemy. We’ve been fighting them for thousands of years. Even longer if you believe the stories of their origins. I do. After all, I’ve seen the truth. That’s the beauty – and the horror – of the Animus. A device that allows us to enter and experience the lives of our ancestors. It holds the power to change everything. To show us history the way it really happened. Up until its creation – to the victor went the spoils – went the truth.
We’re trying to fix that. To free minds and bodies both. But there’s only so much we can do. And the Templars have the upper hand these days.
But something larger than the Assassins and the Templars is approaching. Bigger than all of us. And if we can’t find a way to stop it – these next few weeks will probably be our last. EVERYONE’S last.
In the end, it all comes down to him. To Desmond. Through the Animus he discovered his heritage. Explored the lives of his ancestors, and uncovered their secrets.
When that was done, he trained. He used another ancestor to provide decades of experience in the span of a few days. It worked. We think. We hope. Soon, though – soon we’ll know. That ominous date fast approaches. December 21st, 2012. None of us knows what it’ll bring – only that this is where they want us to be when it does.
They’ve been guiding us, in their own fractured, frustrating way. These voices from The First Civilization. The Ones Who Came Before. A precursor race of immense power and uncertain motives. They’re the ones who made the Pieces of Eden.
This is where they’ve led him. And through him, us. He stands at the entrance to this long-lost place, armed with the knowledge of Altaïr and the abilities of Ezio. He holds in his hand the Apple of Eden. And we stand at his side, ready to support him however we can.
His name is Desmond Miles and he has brought us to the end.
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