Tag: request

Anne: Putting some Shape to your Sentiments?

Edward: Just a short Letter home. I reckon she’s past caring anyway.

Anne: Aw. You’re a hard Heart that should be softer.

Rackham: Or soft in Parts that should be hard.

Anne: And how is it you’re so keen for his hard Parts, Mr. Rackham?

Rackham: You’d like to know my Secrets, would you?

Anne: Oh aye. Give me a small Hint, like. Or a large One, if you’re an upright Gentleman.

Rackham: Open your Hand.

Anne: Oh!

Shaun: Ahhh. And well… what now?

Rebecca: Talk you idiot. Look at the light.

Shaun: Isn’t that the battery? I think that’s the battery. Hello? Hello? Ah! Sorry about this. My name is Shaun. And back there is, Rebecca, my… partner in crime.

Rebecca: Hello!

Shaun: Bloody good work earlier. Honestly, I mean it. Delivering us all that data it’s really just too bad our man on the inside was such a… uh how how how to put it, fanatic. Fanatic is the best word, I suppose.

Rebecca: We take who we can get!

Shaun: Exactly. Exactly. Well put. We saw in John an opportunity to burrow deeper into Abstergo’s cloud servers, and I am not ashamed to say, we took it… uh, not realizing of course that he was enlisting you to help him. And to blame, should anything go wrong. I suppose it all worked really nicely in the end. Most of it, anyway.

Rebecca: What Shaun really wants to say is… if you’re up for more hacking, we are too. John gave you level 3 security clearance before he died. You should use it. The Assassins don’t have the resources to pay you like the Templars do. But we’ll make it worth your while.

Shaun: Ah, look, we should really cut it short, Bex. Twenty seconds.

Rebecca: Ah, right… Good luck!

Shaun: Cheers Mate. And top notch work, really top, give yourself a pat on the back. And… happy hacking.

So, this will be a short one dad… uh, something to remember me by if things go South; if I don’t make it out of the Temple today. I’ve tried to be optimistic about all this, but I- I just can’t. I think spending all this time in Connor’s memories has made me anxious. I mean his story is painful in so many way. Still he never lost hope, even when his faith in others eroded.

I can only believe that we are doing is the right thing, that I can stop this disaster…I know this… I mean the technology is there, waiting for us to use it. I’m the first piece of the puzzle. Something in my genes, or my memories, some final piece of code to switch the whole thing on… that’s why I’m here. That’s why they’ve brought me here.

Only, um… I- I don’t know what I’ll have to give up in return. My sanity? My life? It’s impossible to say. I do know this… our battle with the Templars will not be over. Whatever is inside that temple is not an ending. It’s just another chapter in this- this endless story. And it’ll be your job… and mom’s, and- and Shaun’s and Rebecca’s to keep turning the pages.

You know I- I keeping thinking about something Orson Welles once said… something like If you… if you want a happy ending, it all depends on where you stop telling your story. So maybe… maybe that’s the answer. Maybe that’s how people keep marching forward.

If you something goes wrong in there, Dad… something happens to ME… when you tell my story years from now… please tell them the one about how I lost my way, and then I found it again, just in time to save the world. And- and- just… end it there. That will keep everyone smiling.

Goodbye Dad. Say hello to mom. Tell her I love her, okay? Tell her I- I love you both… I love you both.

Hey Dad. Ah… you know it’s uh… it’s funny, I- I have this memory of you… one I keep coming back to… and… I- I always think about it when I’m working, or just before going to bed. Because it, uh… sort of… calms me, I guess,

um… I- I was fourteen, I think, and uh, and you were trying to teach me how to walk with a light step… remember that? How to be mindful of how much noise I made when I moved around… simple stuff. Stuff I understand now, but back then… I- uh… I gotta tell you, I thought you were just being an asshole. So… uh, you told you were gonna go up to your room, and sit with your back to the door, and read a book… and you wanted me to wait at least fifteen minutes, and then sneak up there and tap you on the shoulder without you knowing. I- I even remember the book you were reading at the time, the one by Captain Johnson… and you warned me, that if you caught me we’d have to start all over… then you went upstairs…

and I waited… I waited and I waited and I waited… I waited four hours before deciding to go up. And even then, it took me twenty minutes to get to the foot of the stairs. And another thirty to get up them. And then ten to get down the hall, and there I was at the door… and I peeked into your room… and I was- I was SO hoping that you’d be asleep.

But no. No you… you were still reading. And I just about shit myself. But ten minutes later I was just five feet away from you. And that’s when I remember setting my foot down… and you flinched… ever so slightly… you- you flinched. I thought maybe I’d imagine it. But I know you’d heard me… you- you didn’t say anything. You just checked your watch, you reached for your drink, you took a sip, and then you kept reading. But I knew I’d failed. But you didn’t say anything. I- I- I didn’t understand why.

Then I lunged and tapped you on the shoulder. And you turned around. And Oh! Fantastic! you said, and you scooped me up and gave me a big hug. And I didn’t say anything.

But Dad… Dad, I was so pissed off… I wanted to scream at you. I- I had failed and you KNEW it. But you said nothing. And I stayed mad. For weeks. I thought you were… you were patronizing me. I thought maybe you decided right there that I was never going to be the man you wanted me to be…

But I realized just a few years ago that… you checking your watch… that was the clue, wasn’t it? You let me win because… I’d been so patient… and I guess that impressed you. You know, maybe at that moment, you thought it might be better to be my Dad instead of my mentor. I… I don’t really know… maybe for you, they’re… they’re one and the same…

you know, either way, I’m happy to know that both my mentor and my Dad were looking out for me that day. I didn’t understand that then… I think I do now…

Okay, uh… it’s been a few weeks since the last recording. Sorry about that. ‘Course I… guess, it’s just a few seconds for you. A leap down the playlist… hum.

Anyway… uh, I was talking about Clay… uh, Kaczmarek, Subject 16. So, when I feel into a come back in Italy, and woke up in the Animus black room… it was uh… so calming… it felt like I… like I had woken up into a dream, a haze… a dream where none of this mess had ever happened… felt like I should be getting ready for another day of pouring drinks at Bad Weather, and uh, another of complaining about being between girlfriends, and wondering what the hell to do with myself…

but uh, when I saw Clay… just sitting there, it – it started to come back, you know, piece by piece… and… when he told me about Lucy I… fuck, you know… it – it hurt. You know, realizing that I killed her, without thinking or feeling anything. Not at the time, anyway… well, then things just kept piling on… with more memories of Ezio, and Altaïr, and the First Civilization and then… right before he vanished. Clay passed on his memories To me… he showed me everything HE had seen, and lived through… and it was… it was brief but overwhelming. Not really sure how to explain… He saw glimpses of Adam and Eve, and their escape from Slavery… he saw the beginning and the end of the war between the First Civ and humans… he saw Minerva, and Juno, and Tinia trying to work out their… their calculations. At least that’s what they called them.

They had these tools… these powerful machines… that could predict POSSIBLE FUTURES… not what was GOING to happen, but what uh… Wha- what COULD happen… probabilities. And… well they spent a lot of energy trying to figure out what was the most likely scenario for the future. Their’s and ours.

And in the end I guess they figured I was their most likely candidate… some guy named Desmond, living at the beginning of the twenty-first century of the Common Era… but which Desmond was the right one? Because, you see, probability is a weird thing… it can branch out in so many ways… which version of me did they need?

Was it the Desmond who got married early and had a son… the one who stayed single in New York… or was it the Desmond who moved to San Francisco to be a waiter… maybe it was the Desmond who worked at an auto-body shop in Chicago… or, or… maybe it was the me who never ran away from his parents in the first place.

The First Civ had countless variations to choose from but… in the end… the lucky one was me. I’m the Desmond their best calculations spit out… I’m the Desmond they left their messages for… and I guess I have to live with that honor. What an honor…

I’m pretty tired… uh… there’ll be more later. Ciao.

Mother. Father. I am sorry. I have failed you both. I made a promise to protect our people. I thought…I thought if I could stop the Templars, if I could keep the revolution free from their influence, that those I supported would do what was right. They did, I suppose, do what was right—what was right for them.

As for you, Father, I thought I might unite us, that we would forget the past and forge a better future. In time, I believed you could be made to see the world as I did—to understand. But it was just a dream. This, too, I should have known.

Were we not meant to live in peace, then? Is that it? Are we born to argue? To fight? So many voices—each demanding something else.

It has been hard at times, but never harder than today. To see all I worked for perverted, discarded, forgotten. You would say I have described the whole of history, Father.

Are you smiling, then? Hoping I might speak the words you longed to hear? To validate you? To say that all along you were right? I will not. Even now, faced as I am with the truth of your cold words, I refuse. Because I believe things can still change. I may never succeed. The Assassins may struggle another thousand years in vain. But we will not stop.

Compromise. That’s what everyone has insisted upon. And so I have learnt it. But differently than most, I think. I realize now that it will take time, that the road ahead is long and shrouded in darkness. It is a road that will not always take me where I wish to go—and I doubt I will live to see its end.

But I will travel down it nonetheless. For at my side walks hope. In the fact of all that insists I turn back, I carry on: this, this is my compromise.

Passage found in the Forsaken epilogue.