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before dawn
"Mr. Desmond Miles?" they asked, and that’s how they addressed you from then on: "Mr. Miles," asking, threatening, demanding, "Mr. Miles." "Mr. Miles, please hurry up, please come here at once," growled Vidic, and she was the only one to say: "Hello, Desmond." You thought her to be a stickler, but it wasn’t long before you found out how very wrong you were.
in the morning
"What a hothead," you mumbled when Vidic’s white coat disappeared alongside him in one of those rooms you were never allowed to enter. You heard a giggle. You looked at her, she was still leaning over one of the Animus consoles and not lifting her gaze, but there was a subtle smile on her pink lips. It also seemed as if something was sparkling in her bright eyes.
at noon
"They’ve come for you," she said, "they’re here to take you, Desmond." You were lost, confused, you tried to look at her, but just like the dark spots when looking at the sun, your eyes were being deceived, taken over; you were seeing like an Eagle, red blood on the white floor. When she lifted her hand with a bent ring finger, you managed to focus on her -- that’s what she was trying to convince you with. But you realized that her being part of the Brotherhood did not matter. You went with here because during those countless long days in the Abstergo building, you did not feel all alone.
afternoon until the gray of the day
You both knew that Rebecca and Shaun were waiting for you topside, but it was fun and games for you. Every hundreds year old puzzle and every mechanism released were a test for your new skills and her resourcefulness. You would taunt her and she would crack a joke at your expense, you would thrust your blade between gears and she would pull a lever. It even crossed your mind that this here and now will be worth its place in your own genetic memory. You both would climb poles and jump over chasms, and her agility was impressing you so. You felt wonderful with her around and for a moment you managed to forget why is it that you need to hide in the catacombs of Monteriggioni.
in the evening
"Great job," she said, "great job Desmond, this is excellent," and the sparkles in her blue as the Italian sky eyes lit up. Long ago you’ve sworn to yourself that you will do everything to make her proud, and now you reveled in this honest praise she gave you. You all set out to find the Apple, and you were quick to pave the way for her, everything to make her happy and to make her forget about your screams at night.
at night
"Do it, Desmond, do it," it roars in your ears. The mechanism on your wrist releases, the blade extends on its own. "Do it." Lucy stands in front of you, unmoving, frozen, just like the sparkles in here eyes are. Her soft light hair is still, she is beyond time. "Do it, Desmond. Cease your struggle." Your body tells you to do it, every fiber of your being is burning with desire, it wants to do it, it needs this. But you don’t want to, no, Christ, I don’t want this, I won’t. "Do it, Desmond!" Juno commands, your body does not listen to you, it listens to her. You’re holding back, your insides scream in pain. Lucy, move, please, get away, Lucy, Lucy. You beg, you want to cry, you would cry if only you were the one controlling your body and your tears. You look at her, her rosey cheeks and you know you would do everything, no, you did everything, you killed hundreds of people on roofs and posts, you commited tens of assassinations, you let your mind be split into bits and bytes, all that for her, and you would do a lot more. You would jump into fire on her single nod.
You reach out and your blade plunges softly into her belly.
in a minute
Nothing is going to matter. You will feel like you’ve gotten older. You will look up and will get blinded by the sun. You will hear a sound… Wind? Grass rustling? The waves hitting the shores of megabytes of data? Nothing is going to matter.