“Why would I ever go back to the way it was? To paranoia, to fear–I was free from all that. For the first time in my life, I was free…” – Desmond Miles
“Everything is possible here because nothing lasts forever. If you’re not busy being born, you’re busy dying. Always room for something new.” – Desmond Miles
Clay: You were snooping. Wandering outside the Desmond partition. So once the Animus located you, it pulled you back here. It’s just following orders…like a failsafe program. Trying to keep your poor head intact, whether you like it or not.
Desmond: And what are you doing here exactly?
Clay: Playing. Learning. Waiting. A lot of waiting. I keep the Animus distracted as best I can. For you, so you can explore. Otherwise it might hunt you down like a little virus and ah…delete you.
Desmond: Well, my guardian angel.
Clay: There’s no such thing.
Desmond: Yeah I–Thanks.
Desmond: Sixteen?
Clay: Desmond, think about this…What if, I went with you?
Desmond: With me…Where?
Clay: It could work. Just for a while. Until I found a way out. Another body maybe. Or…I don’t know. I just don’t…I don’t want to be here anymore.
Desmond: That’s…that’s not going to happen. I’m sorry.
Clay: No…I guess I had my chance. And I wasted it.
“What about those faces in the rocks? The old men. Who made those? And Crazy Horse. Can I see Crazy Horse? Will you take me someday?” – Desmond Miles