Desmond watched him start to go, and he experienced an inner war. He really doesn't feel ready to deal with the headache that this place was, but he also ... well he cared. Annoyingly, he cared. "Altaïr, it's ...." Ugh, he hates people. He hates situations where he doesn't know what's going on, which is a problem, because he never knows what's going on. He still is partly convinced this is the Bleeding Effect or Juno fucking with him.

"It's not you. It's me." Hilarious. As if they were having a break up conversation when he's honestly so tired and heartsick and really bad with people. "This is all a lot. But I'm not trying to be insulting."