Desmond: What’s this for?

Shaun: I’m keeping tabs on the other teams.

Desmond: Other teams?

Shaun: The Templars have been hunting down the Pieces of Eden using the map they got from you at Abstergo. Luckily, Lucy has provided us with a copy as well, allowing us to pursue them.

Desmond: And how’s that working out?

Shaun: So far, so good.

Desmond: If they find even one of those pieces, we’re gonna have problems.

Shaun: Oh, you’re picking up on that, are you? That is why we’re training you. Once you’ve acquired the necessary skills, we’ll be able to send you into the field.

Desmond: And what about you? Why aren’t you out there?

Shaun: I’m not out there cause my expertise lies in other areas. And to be honest, I prefer it that way. But make no mistake, Desmond, I’m an Assassin through and through. I’ve killed before, I expect to kill again. It’s just that I’d prefer not to.

Vidic: Time’s wasting, Mr. Miles!

Desmond: Yeah, yeah. I’m coming–

Vidic: We’re nearly done, you know.

Desmond: And then what?

Vidic: You’ll see. Maybe they’ll even let you watch when it begins. It’s not as terrible as you think.

Desmond: Look, I know you’re not gonna let me leave. So why not tell me what’s going on? Humor me.

Vidic: I’m not an idiot, Mr. Miles. I think you’ve already learned quite a bit.

Desmond: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Vidic: Of course not.

Desmond: All right, let me ask you something else then.

Vidic: Yes?

Desmond: Some of the stuff I’m seeing in the Animus… sometimes it seems… wrong. Untrue. Like the history’s off somehow. It doesn’t–

Vidic: It doesn’t what, Mr. Miles? Match up with what you read on an online encyclopedia? What your high-school history teacher taught you? Let me ask you something: do these supposed experts have access to secret knowledge, kept hidden from the rest of us?

Desmond: There are books, letters, documents… all sorts of source material from back then. Some of it seems to contradict what the Animus is showing me.

Vidic: Anyone can write a book, and they can put whatever they want on its pages. Anything. Used to be we thought the world was flat.

Desmond: Some people still do.

Vidic: Yes, and they publish books about it. Or that the moon landing was a hoax. I believe there’s also a book that claims the Earth was created in seven days. A best-seller, too!

Desmond: Where’s this going, Doc?

Vidic: The point, I suppose, is that you shouldn’t trust everything you hear. Everything you read. What’s that your ancestor said? ‘Nothing is true…’

Desmond: ’…everything is permitted.’

Vidic: Yes, exactly. It’s part of what makes the Animus so spectacular. There’s no room for misinterpretation–

Desmond: There’s always room.

Vidic: Touché, Mr. Miles. Now that I’ve answered your question, can we begin?

Happy birthday Desmond Miles!

William: Yes?

Desmond: Just thought I’d… you know… say hi.

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.