"You all," Desmond said, sputtering. "Why?" He looked a little lost. "You betrayed the Assassins...?"

"They weren't going to let you go," Shaun snarled, looking up from his laptop. "They were just going to use you further."

Desmond's eyes dimmed, and his hands shook a bit. But his gaze was steady. "They don't have the Apple? But I found the location. I know I did. I did not dream that up."

There was silence, and Rebecca winced. "You see, Des," she said softly. "We did find it, but we couldn't get to it. Only a descendant..."

"Of Ezio and Altair can, huh," Desmond muttered. He peppered off angrily into another language, and all three of them sat up ramrod straight, alert. Rebecca and Shaun's eyes were glued on Desmond, tense. The man gestured quickly, saying something, catching Shaun's eye. Desmond trailed off, shook his head, and looked at his hands, flexing them. Shaun thought he was hazing in and out of himself.

"...Desmond?" Shaun said, hesitantly.

"It's me," the man said, quietly. He shook himself again, for measure, and grinned weakly. "Still me. Sorry for the scare... it comes and goes."

Lucy was dead silent from her end, and Rebecca looked horrified, tears coursing down her face.

"I am so sorry for what we did to you, Desmond," Shaun said, looking rather lost and angry.