Desmond: What the hell just happened?

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.

“I can’t do it. Can I do it? Will it set me free from this endless ring of time? I feel the guillotine cut my throat, the bullet hit my chest, the water fill my lungs. The blood spills out thick and red. It’s time to get out.” – Subject 16

“I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve been in the machine, they keep putting me back in. And I am losing control. It’s all blurring together. I’m holding a rifle, Gettysburg is in the distance. I just stabbed a man, and there’s blood on my waistcoat. I’m at the opera, the soprano is so beautiful. I’m in bed with her, she cries as I fuck her. I’m speaking at the Forum, no one listens. I’m in the forest, hunting. The moon. I can see the moon. I’m here. I have to stay here until you understand! Listen. Why do we have these gifts, these abilities? Because it’s in our blood.” – Subject 16/Clay Kaczmarek