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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.
"Good point." Sean shifts so he can bump his shoulder into Desmond's, and is relieved when Desmond doesn't squirm away. "I guess they were just worried you'd freak. Like I did."
"You?" Desmond looks at Sean, surprised. His brother was usually the cool and collected one. Sean Miles doesn't "freak".
Sean hesitates, not wanting to push Desmond towards asking to see their mom's memories before he's ready, but also not wanting to piss Desmond off again. The kid was a hurricane.
"It's...from mom. When she was in Abstergo. There are scientists. They...there's experiments."
Sean coughs, and shifts, and looks away from Desmond.
"They were...trying to figure out why some people are stronger, or faster, or...can do special things. Like mom can?"
"Oh yeah. When you see mom's memories, you'll see how she sees the world."
"And they were experimenting on her? Testing her?" Desmond's voice raises with his fury. How dare anyone do that to his mother?
Sean doesn't want to say. He wants Desmond to be unaware, at least for a little longer. But he also knows how furious Desmond would be, knowing he was lied to. Desmond hates things being kept from him, even for his own good.
"Not...not on her, Desmond. She was away from Abstergo and with Dad when she realised what she could do. She was...one of the scientists."
"She was raised by them, Des, she didn't know anything else. Once she knew what was really going on, she started feeding information to Dad, until he could get her out. She was a prisoner. An actual one."
"Because of what she's seen. What she was a part of. And that's why they didn't wanna show you till you were older, Des."
Desmond is quiet for a while. His head hurts, trying to reconcile his mother, who flinches with mentions of Abstergo, of Templars, who sometimes looks so sad when she thinks no one is watching her, to this mysterious person who was a part of it.
Sean reaches out to take Desmond's hand. "Enano? You okay?"
Dumb question, but he can't think of anything else to say.
Desmond lets a breath out, and then tightens his hand on Sean's. "Yeah. Be careful what you wish for, right?"
He didn't know that he didn't want to know until he knew.
Sean laughs once, quietly. "You said it."
He squeezes his brother's hand again. "You can talk to her about it. She's not gonna lie to you. And maybe you'll understand a bit better."
"Mmm."
They lay quietly for a while, watching the last streaks of colour go black, and the stars pop through one by one. "Sean?"
"Awww, Des. Of course." Sean pulls his brother in tight, separating their hands so he can wrap both arms around Desmond.
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