"A lot of things start out good and lose their way. Sometimes they come back around." His last message to his father practically replaying in his mind at that moment. "And sometimes they never do." Now that he's dead, that he's gone past the truths and the lies, Desmond thought that message was more of a hopeful facade than originally intended. Back when he still thought saving the world was a possibility without all of the baggage. The Assassins were fucked up long before his father was born.

He shrugged. "I personally will never know. What do you think? Would people rather have died or dealt with a psychotic bitch as a despot?"