‘—the future Order.’ She doesn’t even acknowledge that glance, she keeps her gaze fixed on Ezio, a walking piece of history, like Altaïr. Like Connor. That was what she was, wasn’t she? From the future Order. The Templar Order, yes. She’d cut her ties to the Brotherhood years ago. But that was the story they were going with and sticking to. No cut ties. Everything and everyone still intact.

Lucy says nothing and pulls the blanket more around herself, finally breaking away to look at Desmond when Ezio askshis question.