Desmond just shook his head and smiled with ice in his veins. "Fuck the Brotherhood. Fuck the Templars. None of it mattered in the end. Them or us, it didn't matter. We're all just pawns. Of Juno, Minerva, Jupiter, whoever the assholes are who run this place, whether they're the same. It's. Pointless." He honestly did not mean to go on a rant, but he did, every word of it running high with emotion. Really he was aware that Altaïr wasn't who he was really angry with, although some of it might be at him. He was the start, after all. The start of the end of his life.

"You can still play this game if you want, but it's rigged, and you're never going to win."