[ Yeah, well, Desmond would love nothing more than to punt Vidic off the side of a really tall building, but that's complicated. It's complicated, and he hasn't had the time to wrestle with his own emotions about everything that's happened to him yet. ]
They're looking for artifacts. [ Pieces of Eden, what a joke to call them that. ] Like the Apple.
[ And considering the Templars now have the map to who knows how many of them, well... the whole thing is exhausting to even think about.
Desmond still has that itching feeling at the back of his skull, and the headache will be around for a while, but it's getting easier to focus, at least. ]
And the best way I really know how to explain how the Animus works is-- it reads your blood like a history book. [ A small wave of his hand back and forth as he tries to find the best way to put it; Desmond's not an expert, he couldn't tell anyone how the Animus does what it does, but he has at least the basics. ] Turns out, we pass our memories down. Who would have thunk it, right?
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They're looking for artifacts. [ Pieces of Eden, what a joke to call them that. ] Like the Apple.
[ And considering the Templars now have the map to who knows how many of them, well... the whole thing is exhausting to even think about.
Desmond still has that itching feeling at the back of his skull, and the headache will be around for a while, but it's getting easier to focus, at least. ]
And the best way I really know how to explain how the Animus works is-- it reads your blood like a history book. [ A small wave of his hand back and forth as he tries to find the best way to put it; Desmond's not an expert, he couldn't tell anyone how the Animus does what it does, but he has at least the basics. ] Turns out, we pass our memories down. Who would have thunk it, right?