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[thatasshole]

No, it doesn't make much difference to me that you don't plan to drop me in one of those foolish little worlds you and your peers keep dreaming up. You're still keeping me from mine, and while it may have survived the solar flare, there's still plenty to be done there.

...no, I don't want to talk about that either. What's done is done. Leave a man his grief, if you're going to take everything else. Just give me that much, at least.

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[lifescratched]

Few muns respect our wishes, when we want to be left to our own affairs.

... For what little it is worth, I am sorry for your loss.

[thatasshole]

I can handle disrespect. Yanking me away from everything I know is something else.


...thank you.

[lifescratched]

I have met your son, both here and elsewhere. He is [was?] a good man. You have much to be proud of.

Perhaps this place could be an opportunity for you to see him again, as well.

[thatasshole]

I appreciate the thought, but the type of man Desmond became apparently happened despite my influence. But I am—proud.

I don't know that it's better to go tearing open those wounds again, though.

[lifescratched]

Or it could have the opposite result -- it could help you find peace, and closure.

[thatasshole]

You're an Assassin. You know what this world is really like. Do you really think that's possible?

[lifescratched]

Regret is a difficult burden to carry. It is better to at least make the attempt, than to let this opportunity pass you by.

[thatasshole]

Sounds like you know what you're talking about.

[primafamiglia]

There are always things to be done, always things to throw oneself in to. I do not suggest dealing with your loss with that alone.

[thatasshole]

Don't tell me how to deal with my loss. He was my son.

[primafamiglia]

I am not telling you how to, I am telling you how not to. Do not throw away what you have for the ghosts of what was.

[thatasshole]

I'm trying not to. Whatever responsibilities I've got waiting for me have nothing to do with all this.

[primafamiglia]

They don't? We cannot separate what we are from who we are, you cannot live two completely different lives without tearing yourself in half.

We must either choose one or marry the two together.

[thatasshole]

I'd like to choose my real life, or what's left of it, not this madness with different worlds and crossed timestreams. That's what my son died for.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

......Hi, Dad.

[thatasshole]

...Desmond.

[What can he even say?]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[His son takes care of that by giving him a great big hug. Now you don't have to say anything. So there.]

It's okay, Dad.

[thatasshole]

[They haven't hugged much since Desmond was a little boy, but Bill holds his son just as tight as he ever did. Hard not to, when it might be your only chance.]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[Yes. Good. Treat your son like a son and not a novice.]

I missed you.

[thatasshole]

I didn't expect to have to say goodbye so soon. [Except they didn't really, did they.] Ten years was enough of a separation.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Yeah. I'm sorry, for running. I know you were telling the truth.

[thatasshole]

And I'm sorry for...a great deal. But what's done is done, Desmond.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Yeah, I know. [He'll finally let go of his dad. This is awkward even for him.]

One thing I learned from Altair... no matter what happened in the past, it doesn't have to affect your future.

[thatasshole]

[He holds back a wince. Only one of them really has a future anymore.]

For a while there I wasn't sure any of us would get one.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

I know, Dad. That's why I did what I had to. So you guys would have a future.