"My people. Just because we share the same DNA? I carry the DNA of a few people I would rather not too." Like his father. Like Haytham Kenway, who was a real prick too. Desmond shook his head and moved until he stepped in front of her. Not in her space at all, but blocking her way if she planned on abandoning the conversation. It shouldn't be that easy for her. Or for him.

"I thought I had people, but that was just a load of bullshit, wasn't it, Lucy?" Desmond glared at her, forcing himself not too look away even if it hurt to look at her. "I didn't want this fight. I didn't want any of this." She and the Templars forced him into it, and he's smart enough to know the Assassins would eventually too anyway. It was a no-win situation for Desmond Miles. "But no, trust me, it doesn't matter. I've been to the end of this little war and none of it does."