Desmond: Lucy, I’ve been seeing things. Symbols in my bedroom. The code on the keypad… Just like Altaïr.
Lucy: It’s from the bleeding effect. You’re taking on more than your ancestors’ memories. You’re taking on their skills too. In this case, Eagle Vision.
Desmond: Skills?
Lucy: You’re more receptive now. So if all goes well, everything Ezio learns in the Animus, you’ll learn too.
Desmond: You really think this will work? That I’ll become an Assassin?
Lucy: You already are an Assassin. You’ll just be better at it.
Shaun: Yeah, hopefully much better at it. I mean – seriously – I saw the tapes from Abstergo. You didn’t even TRY and escape.
Desmond: What a dick…
Lucy: So, you’re really an Assassin? Like Altaïr?
Desmond: Yes and no.
Lucy: What do you mean?
Desmond: I was supposed to be one. But I ran away from ‘the Farm’ when I was sixteen.
Lucy: ‘Farm’?
Desmond: Yeah, that’s what they called the place where I grew up. ‘The Farm.’ Like Masyaf, I guess, only not so, uh… creepy. Just a small desert community out in the middle of nowhere. About thirty of us living, you know, off the grid.
Lucy: Why?
Desmond: I thought my parents were a bunch of crazy hippies trying to stick it to the man, you know. My dad was always going on about our enemies, how they’d be looking for us, how we have to be prepared. But no one ever came. Nothing ever happened.
Lucy: Why did you run away?
Desmond: I could never leave the compound. Do you have any idea what it’s like being stuck in a place, knowing there’s a whole world out there you’ll never get to see?
Lucy: Don’t you miss your parents?
Desmond: No. As far as I’m concerned, they were never my parents. They were my wardens and I was their prisoner.
Lucy: It sounds like they only wanted to protect you.
Desmond: With all that’s happened… I don’t know. Seems like they were right.
Lucy: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge up the past.
Desmond: It’s all right. Gives me something to think about.
Lucy: Try and get some sleep. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.
Happy birthday Desmond! ☼ 13 March 1987 † 21 December 2012
Rebecca: Was it weird seeing Cross?
Desmond: What do you mean?
Rebecca: It’s different for you. You don’t know what happened, I guess. For a long time he was… important to us. He was a different person.
Desmond: Shaun said he was a sleeper agent. Like Lucy.
Rebecca: It was different. She made a choice. But Cross… if you read the files… Abstergo just… they- they did terrible things to him.
Desmond: Rebecca?
Rebecca: You’re lucky. We all are. We have people who care about us. Who look out for us. He was all alone – and the people he thought he could trust, they used him.
Desmond: Did you know him?
Rebecca: No… But… I knew Hannah.
Desmond: Who’s that?
Rebecca: She tried to help him. She trusted him. But there was a raid about a year ago… She stayed behind so the others could escape. Tried to reason with him. To see if she could fix things…
Desmond: What happened?
Rebecca: What do you think happened? He killed her. That’s what he does. That’s all he knows how to do. Sometimes it seems that’s all any of us know how to do…
Desmond: Rebecca…
“Lucy seems nice enough… but can I trust her?” – Desmond Miles
Rebecca: Nah, I was into sports, but then I broke my leg and started playing with computers. Who knew that coding could be just as exhilarating as strapping on a board and dropping out of a helicopter?
“Oh my god! It looks like… is that blood?! Who the hell were they keeping here before me, and what happened to him? What does it mean, I wonder…” – Desmond Miles
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