Fingers lift to his lips as Desmond mentions the origin of his scar, tips moving across the marred flesh, tracing the way it splits downwards. That was something that no one else would have known. Could have known. Only Frederico had ever heard the full story and he was -

- And he was gone.

Eyes travel from Desmond to Lucy and back again. It was a lot too place on someone, especially when that someone hadn't exactly experienced some of the stranger things that would take place within his life.

"So you are saying that you saw my life." Way to state the obvious, Ezio. "How much of it did you see?"