Desmond returned that glance with a raised eyebrow, but yeah, he got it. This was his problem now, she got them this far. He glanced back toward Ezio. "I saw from right around when you got the scar and then into your fifties. I didn't see every single moment of your life, but most of the major events." And some of the less major events. As for Lucy, later in his life happened when Desmond was in a coma. But that means both of them knew more about what happened to Ezio than he did, since he was in his early twenties by appearance.

"We had no idea some day we might actually meet you. It's been centuries." They were more like historical figures or characters in a book, although Desmond had a more personal connection to them, having been the vessel for the knowledge. He looked up at Ezio and rubbed his hands nervously. "I'm sorry, I know it's weird, but we are your friends, if you want them. You are something of a legend, Ezio, you did a great deal for the Order and helped form a lot of what it became in its glory days." Which it wasn't anymore.