Oh please Desmond, I don't need your sorry attempt at--
[Wait.
Shaun looks all up and ready to gesticulate and go on and on about-- well, a demonstration of how much smarter he is, obviously, but the voice-- the person, one who should've been fried and in some body bag in Abstergo no doubt. He stops, turning around, surprise written on his features as he readjusts his glasses, as if he could be seeing things (please, he wasn't that crazy yet.)]
Well. Yes. Of course it's nice to see me, I may well be a bastion of civilization in this madness.
[Right. Best not to tell someone a story like that when it's about them. He gestures, giving up on the pen as he held it between his fingers.] C'mon now, you're not going to use it.
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Oh please Desmond, I don't need your sorry attempt at--
[Wait.
Shaun looks all up and ready to gesticulate and go on and on about-- well, a demonstration of how much smarter he is, obviously, but the voice-- the person, one who should've been fried and in some body bag in Abstergo no doubt. He stops, turning around, surprise written on his features as he readjusts his glasses, as if he could be seeing things (please, he wasn't that crazy yet.)]
Well. Yes. Of course it's nice to see me, I may well be a bastion of civilization in this madness.
[Right. Best not to tell someone a story like that when it's about them. He gestures, giving up on the pen as he held it between his fingers.] C'mon now, you're not going to use it.