"And just where the hell did you run off to?" Shaun badgered when Desmond walked back again.
"I just need some air." Desmond replied curtly which caused Becca to frown.
"Look, we were really worried about you. You had this look on your face like-"
"It's fine. Really, I'm okay now." Desmond cut her off and tried to give her a brave smile, "Let's just restart the animus."
"Okay, but you know you can talk to us about anything right?" The engineer told him. Shaun just rolled his eyes and went back to work.
"Yeah, I know. I appreciate it, I do, but I'm fine." Desmond replied climbing back into the animus chair.
Once inside Desmond found himself something seemed to go wrong. He wasn't back in time or anywhere like that. It was like he was stuck in a white floating limbo.
"We need to talk, hafeed." From the midst Altair stepped forward. Desmond looked shocked. This had never happened before. Normally he was Altair, experiencing his life through his eyes.
"Um..." To be truthful Desmond wasn't even sure how to address Altair. "Talk about what?"
"About your illness. The fear that makes your heart pound and your breathing difficult." The medieval assassin replied.
"There's no illness. I'm perfectly fine." Desmond replied curtly but found an arm slung over his shoulder.
"Ah but you can not lie to us, nipote*." Ezio said keeping Desmond from wandering off, "After all we live in your mind now."
"It doesn't even affect you! There's nothing to talk about." Desmond replied struggling.
"Maybe," Ezio relented but continued to head towards Altair, "But we are familgia and familgia sticks together, no? You are our descendant. Our flesh and blood. Does it really surprise you that we would want to you to be happy? Wouldn't you want the same for your children and their children and their children until forever. Please, talk with us."
"I can leave whenever I want?" Desmond asked warily.
"You are free to go as you wish, you always have hafeed." Altair replied. The eldest among them sat down cross legged and made a motion for Ezio and Desmond to do the same. The other two men sat down and Desmond couldn't help but feel the pit drop in his stomach. He hated talking about this.
"Okay, well, this has been happening ever since I was in my teens, I guess..."
((*Author note: Hafeed is Arabic for 'grandson'. Nipote can mean either nephew or grandson in Italian.))
Re: Prometheus Unbound 2/?
"I just need some air." Desmond replied curtly which caused Becca to frown.
"Look, we were really worried about you. You had this look on your face like-"
"It's fine. Really, I'm okay now." Desmond cut her off and tried to give her a brave smile, "Let's just restart the animus."
"Okay, but you know you can talk to us about anything right?" The engineer told him. Shaun just rolled his eyes and went back to work.
"Yeah, I know. I appreciate it, I do, but I'm fine." Desmond replied climbing back into the animus chair.
Once inside Desmond found himself something seemed to go wrong. He wasn't back in time or anywhere like that. It was like he was stuck in a white floating limbo.
"We need to talk, hafeed." From the midst Altair stepped forward. Desmond looked shocked. This had never happened before. Normally he was Altair, experiencing his life through his eyes.
"Um..." To be truthful Desmond wasn't even sure how to address Altair. "Talk about what?"
"About your illness. The fear that makes your heart pound and your breathing difficult." The medieval assassin replied.
"There's no illness. I'm perfectly fine." Desmond replied curtly but found an arm slung over his shoulder.
"Ah but you can not lie to us, nipote*." Ezio said keeping Desmond from wandering off, "After all we live in your mind now."
"It doesn't even affect you! There's nothing to talk about." Desmond replied struggling.
"Maybe," Ezio relented but continued to head towards Altair, "But we are familgia and familgia sticks together, no? You are our descendant. Our flesh and blood. Does it really surprise you that we would want to you to be happy? Wouldn't you want the same for your children and their children and their children until forever. Please, talk with us."
"I can leave whenever I want?" Desmond asked warily.
"You are free to go as you wish, you always have hafeed." Altair replied. The eldest among them sat down cross legged and made a motion for Ezio and Desmond to do the same. The other two men sat down and Desmond couldn't help but feel the pit drop in his stomach. He hated talking about this.
"Okay, well, this has been happening ever since I was in my teens, I guess..."
((*Author note: Hafeed is Arabic for 'grandson'. Nipote can mean either nephew or grandson in Italian.))