Written for 31_days on livejournal.
Title: Overthinking
Day/Theme: August 18 - I stir fire into the bones of the dead
Series: Assassin's Creed
Characters: Desmond, mentions of Altaïr and Ezio
Warnings: Spoilers for Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood
Rating: G
Once in a while, when Lucy lets you take a break, you take a moment to wonder where Ezio and Altaïr were buried. Was there some secluded place, some tomb similar to those you keep stumbling across?
You would be lying if you pretended that you hadn't expected to find Altair at the centre of one, but those corpses were all strangers. Maybe they were cremated, except you have trouble picturing either of them locked in a pot or scattered to the wind.
None of these are particularly pleasant thoughts, and they take on an unwanted and macabre air when you enter the Animus. Everything makes it worse, no matter who you are at the time.
Malik, whose snarl sends you cringing with Altaïr's furious guilt, is dead.
Claudia, who you've only just made amends with, is dead.
That informer, his voice full of awe at your deeds, that dottore who fixed you up after the sacking of Monteriggioni, that young thief challenging you to a race: they're all long gone and forgotten.
Everywhere you turn, everyone you speak to or brush against or just look at is a living ghost, raised from their sleep by the Animus and burning with life inside his head. It's no wonder to you in those times that Subject Sixteen lost it.
Who couldn't?
