"So... is the second time any easier?" Desmond questions unsurely, glancing over at the yawning Rozalin. She blinked and gave him an indifferent glance to his question about the Animus.
"Nope. It gets harder each time." She answered with a self-assured nod, clapping a hand on the taller man's shoulder before following Vidic out the bedroom door and to the two Animus' in the main room. Desmond heaved a heavy sigh and shrug to himself before trudging out after the woman. Really, the day was just not any better than yesterday - not that he expected it to be but.... Having to share a bed with a woman with an attitude problem and than waking up to the good ol' doctor staring at him just ground on his nerves.
It didn't seem that any of this phased the dark-haired woman, however, though Desmond figured she had grown used to it. He didn't know if that was cause for worry or not, however...
"Let's go, Mr. Miles." scoffed Vidic in irritation. "We don't have all day."
Diving back into Altaïr's memories was just as disorienting as the first time, and it took several long moments before Desmond could focus on what had been going on. He vaguely wondered just what Rozalin was being forced to relive before he began to really pay attention to Al Mualim's words.
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"Get up, Mr. Miles.... Miss Wulf." Vidic's voice announced testily as Desmond glanced around, blinking several times to attempt to right himself. It was even harder coming out of the memories than it was going in, he realized with a dread. Was this what Rozalin had been talking about when she said it was harder?
"What's going on?" he inquired, remembering the day before when Lucy had demanded that he and Rozalin get to rest after their experience through their ancestor's memories. Of course, it had lead to a very interesting conversation between the two that he had eavesdropped on through the vent in the bathroom...
"Miss Stillman is demanding I let you rest." he snapped before turning striding out of the room in a huff. Clearly he was not pleased with the results so far and wanted to go further. Desmond felt grateful for Lucy for giving them the rest and he glanced over at the other Animus to see Rozalin rubbing her temples and bowing her head as if she had a massive headache...
"Hey.... are you alright?" he questions slowly, standing up off the cold metal that made up the Animus and moved towards the woman, reaching out as if to touch her though he stopped remembering her earlier attitude. She seemed like the type who might snap at him not to touch her...
"I'm... I'm fine..." the answer was hesitant, and sounded unsure... Desmond's brow furrowed at that, he didn't like how that sounded from the usually indifferent woman... Instead of dwelling on just why that made him uneasy he turned his sights on Lucy instead, ready to give her the third degree if she didn't plan on giving him any answers any time soon...
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FROM: ERUDITO
DATE: ------- --:--
SUBJECT: You won't impress them
You say you generally get what you want from people. That's a confident statement, almost a challenge. You may believe Abstergo is looking for such confidence. No. They're looking for slaves.
FROM: ROZALIN
DATE: -------- --:--
SUBJECT: RE: You won't impress them
Who said I was trying to impress anyone? Whoever told you that was clearly lying to you.
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○ The Path to Assassinhood ○ Desmond Miles
Non-FictionHe had figured all the employees were there of their own choice, but what Lucy was saying proved otherwise.
