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Desmond knew how to do this. He'd run the course so many times. He'd learned to keep his steps light, to match his shadow to the ones on his wall. He hadn't made a single noise on the lead up to now, in the closed off room. One man sitting on a chair, his back to the wall. He knew he hadn't been seen, that he had been quiet enough to be unnoticed.
But the man on the chair had seen him.
Cold fear settles over Solonna. The idea of Abstergo not being a threat is her greatest dream. And for her son to so easily disregard it-
"Desmond. They are a very real threat."
"Then why are we the only ones fighting them?! Why aren't they being bombed, like the terrorists? It's bullshit!"
He's young. He hasn't seen what you've seen. He doesn't know what you do.
"Because they hide themselves well, in ways that we won't. We won't hide behind civilians."
Her words don't reach Desmond, whose pride has been injured. No matter how hard he tries, he can never meet up to his father's expectations of him.
"We're hiding because dad's a coward. If there was an enemy out there, we wouldn't hide. We'd fight it."
"Because no one will tell me!"
Tears are bright in Desmond's eyes, before he dashes them away, furious.
"Desmond!" She calls out, her heart aching for her young boy, but knowing he wasn't ready for the weight of the things she knew.
"He'll be all right. Children always want more than they can handle." A hand grips Solonna's shoulder comfortingly. She reaches up to grip it.
"He'll never be ready for the weight on his shoulders," she says.
Meanwhile, carefully hidden in a tall, scraggly pine tree, Sean peers into the only clear path to The Farm.
There's a quiet rustle, like someone climbing up behind him.
Sean works hard to keep his body still, his face neutral, even as his chest feels tight. He already knows who it is.
And then, with incredible grace, Zavier drops onto the platform, just in front of Sean.
"I nearly had you." He grins.
Sean can't help the lilt of his lips, but is quick to press the smile back down.
"Zavi, I'm on duty. What do you want?"
Zavier slumps down next to Sean, long limbs splayed akimbo. "I was bored. Thought I'd come keep you company."
"Uh huh."
Sean spares Zavi one look, and smirks. "You were on kitchen duty, weren't you?"
"Ugh." Zavi falls onto his back, face disgusted. "I hate kitchen duty."
Zavi punches Sean's thigh in retaliation, but laughs.
"I'm too beautiful for that nonsense."
Sean laughs, but there's a stone in his gut.
He's incredibly aware of just how beautiful Zavi is.
Zavi lets the silence hold for a moment, while he watches Sean stare intently at the road.
"So...caught any wandering Templars? Any armies coming to crush us?"
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