You mean no ill intent against Desmond since he was forced to kill you. [ He's been told the same from his targets, so sure. If the man is currently lying insensible somewhere in her house, that's proof enough that she isn't about to try for revenge. ]
What was your link to the Templars? You do not have to answer, but it will benefit us all if you do.
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.]
Edited (I KEEP BREAKING HTML gdit) Date: 2013-09-19 01:06 pm (UTC)
[There's a pause until the rest comes in. She's currently looked at a half passed out, pizza fed and intoxicated Desmond. As much as she thinks she doesn't deserve that chance to reconcile...
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[text] sometime after desmond's drunk texts subside also hello this is desmond's rune
Date: 2013-09-18 04:36 pm (UTC)Desmond's not taking today very well, but I suppose you have evidence of that. He's not really sober and I apologise.
I'll try to make sure he doesn't get hold of this again before he is.
[text] hello desmond's rune
Date: 2013-09-18 04:43 pm (UTC)[text] sends texts with friends rune a+ lucy a+
Date: 2013-09-18 05:03 pm (UTC)[text] responsible friend deflecting potential assassins a+
Date: 2013-09-18 06:39 pm (UTC)[text]
Date: 2013-09-18 11:15 pm (UTC)I'll stay by his side as long as he wants. I mean no ill intent against him... not anymore.
[text]
Date: 2013-09-19 09:12 am (UTC)What was your link to the Templars? You do not have to answer, but it will benefit us all if you do.
[text]
Date: 2013-09-19 01:05 pm (UTC)[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.]
[text] puts bandaid on your html
Date: 2013-09-19 01:26 pm (UTC)The Templars have no influence and this is not our world to fight over. Do you still intend to continue their cause?
[text] it needs one
Date: 2013-09-19 01:32 pm (UTC)I wanted it to be over for a long time before coming here. That hasn't changed.
[text] stoic text messages are the worst I'm sorry
Date: 2013-09-19 01:39 pm (UTC)[text] civilised conversations are awesome tho
Date: 2013-09-19 01:53 pm (UTC)[There's a pause until the rest comes in. She's currently looked at a half passed out, pizza fed and intoxicated Desmond. As much as she thinks she doesn't deserve that chance to reconcile...
He does.]
But I would appreciate it. Thank you, Altaïr.