"Why? There's no Orders on either side here, Altaïr." Desmond spread his hands out as if to say, look, they're not here. "Or is it because people here won't like the whole killing others as a creed thing? Because I've talked to a few people, and I don't think a lot of the folks here care too much about that." He was in a mood now, that was for sure.

He felt like he was back yelling at his father about not wanting to be a pawn. "There's a whole lot of killers here," he said quietly to himself. If blood left a mark, his hands would be covered in Lucy's. "We've fallen pretty far since your time. Past Connor's time too."