“No one’s gonna help me… I need to help myself. But how?” – Desmond Miles
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Desmond: That disrupted memory seems to be getting clearer.
Rebecca: It’s amazing. The sequence is repairing itself, as if we’re helping you work through psychological trauma.
Desmond: So I’m going to be more balanced person by the end of this?
Rebecca: Oh, I have no clue. But the idea’s cool.
Shaun: Are you saying that because you feel guilty about frying his brain?
Rebecca: Shaun’s on latrine duty!
Lucy: Deal.
Shaun: Ah, of course, you side with her. Communists.
Daniel: I will make you sorry you were ever born.
Desmond: Well, for your information, I’m already sorry I was ever born.
Desmond: They escaped through here.
Lucy: What?
Desmond: Ezio and the villagers. After the attack, I can see them now.
Lucy: I know it’s difficult. But try to compartmentalize, Desmond. Focus on the present.
Desmond: What if I can’t stop the visions? How long before I start painting symbols on the walls?
Lucy: Don’t joke about that. Sixteen is dead. We’re focusing on the present, okay?
William: Son? I… I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. You have to understand I’ve never been very good at this. Nevermind that we live rather… extraordinary lives.
Desmond: Yeah… I kinda liked my ordinary one.
William: You can’t escape who you are, Desmond.
Desmond: So I’ve noticed.
William: Look… it’s silly for us to go back and forth like this. I admit, I did a shitty job raising you. I apologize, I’m sorry. But it’s important you understand it didn’t come from a bad place. You’re my son. I love you. I guess I was so busy trying to make sure nothing bad happened, I didn’t… consider the consequences. Truce?
Desmond: I wonder how old these tunnels are?
Lucy: Middle Ages probably. Luckily, these beams still hold our weight.
Desmond: After all this time in the Animus, I’m not so sure.
Lucy: Ya, I didn’t want to say anything, but you’re really getting fat.
Desmond: Ouch.
Lucy: I even told Rebecca to widen the Animus.
Desmond: Seriously?
Lucy: No.
Happy birthday to the modern Assassin that deserved better Desmond Miles!
☼ 13 March 1987
† 21 December 2012
Desmond’s Son has been official revealed in the new Assassin’s Creed comic book series, Assassin’s Creed: Uprising.
For those unaware, Assassin’s Creed Syndicate revealed a hint that Desmond had an illegitimate son tracked down by the Templars.
“Let’s see… patrilineal line… Nineteenth century American midwest. Eighteenth century American Revolution. Sixteenth century Ottoman Empire. Fifteenth century Italian Renaissance! Oh my god! You don’t mean…?”
―Álvaro Gramática discovering the boy’s identity, 2015
Officially, he has been confirmed to be a Sage as noted by their
distinctive combination of anisocoria and heterochromia, and in the hands of a new organization not Assassin or Templar; but the third fraction, The Instruments of the First Will, controlled and lead by the Isu, Juno.
Check out Titan Comic’s series to find out more. Safety and Peace be upon you my dudes!
SQUEEEE!
Desmond: You ever use the Animus?
Rebecca: Your ancestors have such interesting lives. I went in once. It was pretty lame.
Shaun: Yeah, what were you? Some kind of spinster probably?
Rebecca: Worse. A Prussian mercenary. I spent hours firing guns. BORING.
Shaun: Yeah. Guns are for sissies.
Happy birthday Rebecca!
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.
Rebecca: Hey, Desmond. Didn’t Subject Sixteen’s –
Desmond: His name was Clay.
Rebecca: Sorry. Didn’t Clay say Washington was a Templar?
Shaun: No. He indicated that Washington came into contact with an Apple of Eden. But beyond that, it’s all speculation. Furthermore, judging from the portrait referenced by Clay, the event occurred much later in Washington’s life. Perhaps Connor wasn’t even involved. It’s very hard to know for sure. We’ll just have to wait and see what – if anything – happens.
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