No, that wasn’t true. If he’d come out and asked her if any of their time together had been real, well, Lucy would be honest and tell him that yes, yes it had been. Of course when she wasn’t leading him on with all those dropped clues. Those moments they’d had alone, without Shaun and Rebecca eavesdropping, away from it all—yes, it had been real for her. That she’d truly cared for him, worried he would become like Subject 16, that she would lose him in the same way, determined not to...
“No, your father might have abandoned me to the Templars, but the Brotherhood, they were also my people.” It sounded ridiculous to say. The pain and anger she quietly harboured wasn’t towards the Assassins as a whole, it was towards her mentor leaving her behind. The man who’d practically raised her, trained her for so long.
Lucy went quiet and was back to staring across at him. The words I died doing it drew her closer yet again, instinctively wanting to reach for him, to comfort him, somehow, although she had no right. “Desmond... But that’s...”
Of course that’s all she cares about 💁🏼😂🤷🏼♀️
“No, your father might have abandoned me to the Templars, but the Brotherhood, they were also my people.” It sounded ridiculous to say. The pain and anger she quietly harboured wasn’t towards the Assassins as a whole, it was towards her mentor leaving her behind. The man who’d practically raised her, trained her for so long.
Lucy went quiet and was back to staring across at him. The words I died doing it drew her closer yet again, instinctively wanting to reach for him, to comfort him, somehow, although she had no right. “Desmond... But that’s...”