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Cross-Breed [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

"Desmond, what you're saying doesn't make any sense." William had said, pacing impatiently. "People don't just turn into dogs. It's impossible."

"I know it sounds crazy, but everything we've been doing lately is crazy," Desmond had responded, sounding more than a little exasperated himself. "Look, I know what I saw. I mean, you can talk to him. He understands us." He had perked up at that, lifting his head from his paws to look up at Desmond quizzically. "See?"

"Even if that is true," William seemed loathe to even consider it. "Even if it really is him, then he's still a Templar. We can't have him here. He's a threat!"

"He has nothing left." Desmond's tone was sharp. "What's he going to do, run and tell Abstergo what happened? He can't communicate, and even if he could, they'd have him on a slab, and he knows it. I'm not putting him out on the streets to live like an animal."

"He is an animal, Desmond!"

Daniel made a noise in the back of his throat, getting to his paws. He was tired of listening to the Mileses argue. If this was how the Assassins operated, it was a miracle they ever got anything done. A soft whistle caught his attention, and his ears perked, turning towards the source of the sound. The woman, Rebecca, was beckoning him over with whistles and hand motions, and he obliged, making his way towards her. She placed her gloved hand on his head, rubbing slowly behind his ears.

"So you're really him, huh?" she said softly, her tone hard for him to place. He bobbed his head once beneath her hand, a confirmation. She sighed, though he wasn't sure why, as it wasn't in disappointment or sympathy. "...I think I agree with Desmond." She spoke loud enough for the two to hear. "If changing species doesn't mean giving someone a new start, I don't know what is. He deserves a second chance."

"Yes, assuming we live long enough for that." The English one, whose name Daniel did not know, spoke up, clapping his hands together. "This really isn't something we have time to waste on. We can worry about whether we send him to a shelter after we save the world."

"...Agreed," William and Desmond chorused reluctantly, though both for different reasons. Desmond made his way over to the red reclining chair and carefully laid down in it. This Animus was quite the step up from the metal slab Abstergo had used, and Daniel found himself surprised at the technology the Assassins had available to them, not for the first time that day.

Rebecca had turned her attention back to her computer, and Daniel loped over to the chair, watching as the thin screen slid over Desmond's eyes. He laid down at the foot of the Animus, resting his head on his paws. He gave a deep, bassy 'rouf', closing his eyes. Thank you, Desmond. As Desmond slipped into ancient memories, Daniel could have sworn he heard him mumble an indistinct "You're welcome."