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still don't get why the people in charge don't just hire a team of landscapers and a bunch of people to paint everything

that'd be a lot easier, right?

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["Wait", he almost says. Desmond stops himself. Oh, no, this is not a good idea. Of course Ezio would just up and...

Desmond almost has to sit down. No, as a matter of fact, he does. It hits, then. He has to sit down in a chair, not even out of Heimdall Welcoming Hall, yet. Heavy, and only half paying attention. Hallucinations were one thing. He was used to that. Used to phantoms wandering around the Villa. Almost like spirits rather than long-gone memories. None of them had ever talked back to him.

And the Animus?

If it is-- he just doesn't know. It's the last thing Desmond can remember. A familiar voice, and just... that's it. Which is kind of laughable. One would think Desmond would be used to all these sorts of crazy things. Everything that was going on: Minerva, Juno, the memories, the ancestors, becoming an Assassin. Everything in stride. Keep on keeping on. So... he just breathes in. Breathes in, holds it, exhales. Focuses. It works, usually. Just about every time.

When he feels like he can move, the communication link is severed (Plan B: in case of failure of Plan A --see: repression-- take immediate evasive action until further actions could be determined. Which meant diving out of the Welcome Hall.

It's okay not to deal right away, right? For now?

Desmond needed a quiet place to think.]