That's part of it. [The other is purely incidental that it's after her death; that it's here she's not part of the war. No schedules. Nothing.] There is much I never wanted for him.
[She deliberates, over the latter. It's a story many would not be willing to listen to, and why should they? But nothing is ever so black and white. If anyone were to understand that...
She hasn't really told anyone in as many words, except hints, to Desmond, and it seems for his sake he'll be getting the whole story whether he asks her or not given the events of today. But... alright. The reply is slow, deliberate.]
Originally, I was planted. I was forced to cut ties with the Assassins when I was seventeen, to better penetrate Abstergo Industries - that's the front for the modern day Templars. The next I heard from the Assassins directly was not for another seven years. Not until four months past, actually.
In the end, I deferred.
I don't know what to think of them anymore. But back then, I was alone, isolated, tossed aside by the Brotherhood. Abstergo needed me to work on the Animus, to be of use. I thought they understood humanity. I thought they cared about it.
But that was before Sixteen - Clay. He was in Desmond's memories. It wasn't long after when I became a liability.
[She doesn't specify, but in terms of these Orders, well. They wanted her dead.
This is probably the most honest she's been about herself for a long time. Blame Desmond's vodka.]
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[She deliberates, over the latter. It's a story many would not be willing to listen to, and why should they? But nothing is ever so black and white. If anyone were to understand that...
She hasn't really told anyone in as many words, except hints, to Desmond, and it seems for his sake he'll be getting the whole story whether he asks her or not given the events of today. But... alright. The reply is slow, deliberate.]
Originally, I was planted. I was forced to cut ties with the Assassins when I was seventeen, to better penetrate Abstergo Industries - that's the front for the modern day Templars. The next I heard from the Assassins directly was not for another seven years. Not until four months past, actually.
In the end, I deferred.
I don't know what to think of them anymore. But back then, I was alone, isolated, tossed aside by the Brotherhood. Abstergo needed me to work on the Animus, to be of use. I thought they understood humanity. I thought they cared about it.
But that was before Sixteen - Clay. He was in Desmond's memories. It wasn't long after when I became a liability.
[She doesn't specify, but in terms of these Orders, well. They wanted her dead.
This is probably the most honest she's been about herself for a long time. Blame Desmond's vodka.]