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メ Ezio Auditore Da Firenze ([personal profile] justblendin) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs 2019-01-29 05:33 pm (UTC)

From the time he got that scar into his fifties.

That meant that Desmond had literally watched his life for decades.

Not just years, no. Actual decades.

It meant that, at this point, Desmond knew about his life than he did.

For a long moment there's nothing but silence, golden brown eyes falling away as his brain tries desperately to process this new, strange information. And he wishes, silently, that Leonardo was here. Surely he'd be able to make sense of all this, to offer some logical explanation.

But he isn't. No, it's just the three of them, and one of them has excused herself to the kitchen, leaving only the two of them behind.

It had been centuries. He was something of a legend. His work had actually helped save and shape the future order. The future order.

It was all so much.

Slowly, he moves to sit in Lucy's now vacated seat, the blanket now long forgotten on the floor. It was all so much.

"It takes that long to end it." It was more of a statement than a question, like a relization that had never come to him before. He had thought it would be over by now, that it would be easier than this.

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