"Oh, I'm a terrible assassin. i mean, I'm an amazing assassin, but a terrible one." He realizes how that sounds, and tries to fix it in his head. Desmond's brain doesn't always work in a logical linear way. "Sorry, so it's complicated but I lived through the lives of my ancestors who were all master assassins. I have all of their skills and training on top of my own." He knows that's bizarre, but this place is bizarre. "I left the assassins as a teenager because it wasn't for me, but these memories, they were forced on me at first. I have the abilities of three master assassins, but no interest in hurting people."

He rarely just talks that frankly about what happened to him. And it's nice that he is. It's nice that he feels he can, without being afraid Vasquez will judge him. Desmond really seems like a joe schmoe most of the time, but he is a lethal combatant. His strength, speed, and agility are all impressive, but he just hangs out in his hoodies and talks about beer. "I was the mentor's son. The leader's son. Expectations came with that. I could only have a chance at a real life by leaving. But then our enemies grabbed me and messed up my head."