(This is just a scene to introduce a possible fanfic! Let me know what you think, and if I should keep up with writing. Sorry it's so short :/)
"Nrea, you need to listen to me…"
"That thing is what led Desmond, and now countless others, into a demise! It has to be broken!"
"It can't! Don't do something you know you'll regret later. There are so many countless memories that need to be unlocked. Mysteries that need to be solved. Problems that could be fixe—"
"Luke, we're just messing with fate." Nrea paused as she pointed at the open animus chair, her eyes not leaving his. She tilted her head quizzically as thoughts began to piece themselves together. "And you know that… Don't you?"
"Listen. Whatever it is we do, it's really none of our business to think much about why we do it."
"How can you say that? These are people's lives we are dealing with here. You can't completely unlock everything. Some things are meant to be kept unlocked. Hidden."
"It is merely a cell's memory we are pulling data from, not the actual subject's. They have no idea. Neither do they care."
"Have we even bothered to ask?"
"Listen, Nrea! The only reason the animus exists is for us to be one step ahead of everyone else. If we unlock mysteries from back then, we unlock mysteries of the now. And this puts us further ahead into total domination of the system… any system… worldwide. Don't you think that's a little more important than asking if this is okay with someone who doesn't even know what their last name comes from?"
"It's a choice. We're all making choices. They deserve that choice. They have a right to not let their history repeat. They have a right to choose to live!"
"You choose to let history determine our fate?"
Nrea stopped and looked at Luke. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at her friend in disdain.
"I choose to leave resurrection to God."