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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.
Sean can still remember being 10 years old, sat in front of the Animus, watching on the screen as his mother's memories of Abstergo played out. Remembered not being able to sleep for weeks, crying, barely able to leave her side.
But it also made him see how real the threat was.
"I think that's the better of two ways to show him, mamá."
"Mamá, he's not going to be a kid very long. Assassins don't get to be kids."
Solonna pulls away from her son, to hold his face in one hand. Her heart aches with sadness.
"You sound so old when you say that."
Solonna pulls him back in, hugging him tightly, kissing the top of his head. "Not this quick, nene."
"I'll always be a baby to you, mamá," he pretends to grouse, but hugs her tight.
"You're mine, of course you will be. I get to call you whatever I want." Solonna presses another kiss to his hair.
"Ack- mamá! Enough! I've got a rep to protect," Sean laughs, trying to get away.
"Of course you do!" Solonna pinches his cheek, grinning at him. "And what a terror you are, nene!"
William takes her hint, and looks to his older son. "Evening, Sean. How was patrol?"
Solonna doesn't turn around until they're in William's office. She leans against his desk, and gives him a look.
"You could at least try and be a father to them."
"It's better, so that if anything happens to me, they don't do anything stupid."
"Not for vengeance! I don't train them, so that they'll throw their lives away rescuing or avenging me!"
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