Third Animus Data Fragment - I've seen enough for one life

[shirley_templar]

[Desmond looks....tired. His face is unshaven and sallow, and his eyes are red. He shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. When he speaks, it's not in English, but an older Italian dialect.]

<<Ugh...did anyone get the number of the goddamn train that hit me? It'll be another month before I'll shake this nightmare.>>

[Desmond looks surprised, as though he wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth. He shakes his head again.]

<<What the hell? Am I speaking Italian?>>

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[lasergrenades]

[Pepper pauses in the hallway and puts an armored hand on Desmond's elbow.] This isn't the end. You're not going anywhere, okay?

[She knows that's probably not what he means, but she feels the need to say it anyway. After a moment, she lets go and continues down the hall towards the stairs.]

Fate or not, you have a right to complain about it and be angry and whatever. You've given a lot for this cause, and that's brave of you. If you do see any Borgias, just-- let me know. That's what I'm here for, to help you tell the difference between reality and hallucination. I still think we can find a way to help undo some of the damage. Raine can probably come up with a few ideas.

[shirley_templar]

<< I know. I was...prepared to die before I ended up here. I knew it was a possibility, anyway. It's been...weird, trying to figure out what to do with myself now. It's not exactly like I have a ton of regular job skills, you know? >>

[He cracks a smile. It was true, he was struggling trying to...basically learn how to live, now that he had more time. Getting the dose he had of the end of Ezio's life had put a lot of that into perspective.]

<< I sure hope so. I mean...even if we'd had the time, finding a cure for the Bleeding Effect was pretty low on our list of priorities. I really don't wanna go crazy here. >>

[lasergrenades]

Seems like you've been making a decent bartender, minus the whole coma thing, [Pepper remarks.] Your skills work well for the police, too, so you're not totally out of places to go. Keeliai is good for giving second chances. Sometimes third or fourth ones, too.

[The cafeteria is mostly empty when they get there, which will mean less weird looks for the armor and the Italian. She pulls off the helmet and puts it on the table next to her, leaving the speakers on so she can still get translations. Pepper also steps out of the body of the armor and leaves it by the table.]

No one wants you to go crazy. We'll find a way. Maybe not fix it totally, but there's enough brilliant people on this turtle to make a dent in the problem. Want me to grab you something or are you okay?