"Oh so you're still a trouble maker, good to know." It was mostly a joke, since Malik was far more level headed than Altair was in his youth. It was strange, talking to him like this. He wasn't used to it yet, used to these people being people and not memories. Desmond also remembered Malik's death and the horror of seeing that head, but he really didn't want to think about it. That was Altair's pain. He wasn't sure if Malik knew, so he wasn't going to go there.

"I really don't know," he said honestly. "It's possible I will, I left my father a message about how I'd like my story to be told. But who knows if he will share it." Desmond knew Shaun and Rebecca possibly remembered him. His father and mother, he didn't know, they'd grieve in their own separate ways. William was still a mystery to his son. He always would be. "How was ...." He paused. "Was Shaun okay?" He cared a great deal for the snobby Brit, not that they ever admitted as much to each other.