[ Desmond is absolutely an ally, there's no doubt about it; nothing neutral about him, and certainly not hostile. But being an ally doesn't stop him from that near-hysteria again.
The last thing he remembers is the residual pain of him-- Ezio falling off the course, the ground harsh and-- and he was supposed to wake up now. Desmond was supposed to wake up, at the Villa, ready to get to work, and--
Altaïr's face is a face Desmond knows like the back of his hand. So either this was his mind being a little jumbled up still, or... or this was real, and a part of Desmond kind of wanted to hyperventilate. He doesn't. Of course Desmond doesn't, cool as a cucumber, taking things in stride-- that's what he does. Right? Right! ]
Yeah. Guess that'd be pretty obvious. Been here a while, I take it?
[ Desmond drops his hands, shaking his shoulders out to lean into the casual way he cocks his head to the side. ]
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The last thing he remembers is the residual pain of him-- Ezio falling off the course, the ground harsh and-- and he was supposed to wake up now. Desmond was supposed to wake up, at the Villa, ready to get to work, and--
Altaïr's face is a face Desmond knows like the back of his hand. So either this was his mind being a little jumbled up still, or... or this was real, and a part of Desmond kind of wanted to hyperventilate. He doesn't. Of course Desmond doesn't, cool as a cucumber, taking things in stride-- that's what he does. Right? Right! ]
Yeah. Guess that'd be pretty obvious. Been here a while, I take it?
[ Desmond drops his hands, shaking his shoulders out to lean into the casual way he cocks his head to the side. ]