Thirteenth Memory. [text/voice]

[subject_17]

[TEXT:]

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ليس هناك ما هو صحيح. فكل شيء مباح.

[SWITCH TO VOICE:]

... Ayn? Yajebu an athhaba al aan...

No... Get a hold of yourself, Desmond.

... Hey Shinji, I don't think I'll be coming into work today.

[ooc: And Desmond's chip thing has begun. Like Ezio, he's a bit under the weather and his Eagle Vision is making him see things in

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[betrayedblade]

Are you all right, giovane?

[subject_17]

[Giovanni is the last person he wants to hallucinate at; so for a few moments, all he'll receive from Desmond is a few coughs and some labored breathing.]

... No--but I'll live. That's what's important.

[betrayedblade]

Yes. [...] If you need anything...

[subject_17]

Being knocked out would be great.

Ah, I mean... no sir.

[... Did he just--That was no slip of sanity. Giovanni is becoming like a father to Desmond.] ...

[betrayedblade]

[Giovanni merely chuckles.]

If you need anything else... let me know.

[subject_17]

I have beer and a bed. Unless you can bestow good luck on me, I guess that's all.

My luck is... really shit.

[betrayedblade]

If I could I would, giovane. In lieu, how about I just get you some more liquid comfort and something possibly edible on the way home for when I visit.

[subject_17]

... Thanks. Really.

Ezio and Federico are pretty damn lucky.

[betrayedblade]

You're welcome.

You are a part of this family, Desmond, consider yourself lucky as well.

[subject_17]

[A long pause.]

... My parents... weren't really parents. They were wardens and I had no idea what was really going on. Later I found out... Man, I wouldn't be surprised if my family is dead. And... I don't regret leaving.

I was born six hundred years out from you guys, but you've taken me in anyway.

... so... thanks.