A/N: This is something that's been floating around in my mind since I saw the last file for the last glyph in Assassin's Creed 2. When Subject 16 addressed Lucy directly, I sobbed. Seriously. And then I sat there forever and simply wondered how she felt.

This is my tiny and fangirly-based thought on Lucy's reaction to that last glyph. I'm terribly sorry if she's out of character - this is my first AC piece ever.

Subject 16 is named Adam and not Michael because of adamant persons on iscribble.

I don't own Assassin's Creed or any of its characters or things, Ubisoft does. If I owned them, that Lucy/Desmond hug at the beginning? Yeah, that would've been a smooch.

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Lucy felt the muscles in her body tense as she watched the screen. Desmond had found yet another glyph embedded into the Animus's code. While she felt that the file these glyphs were protecting would be vitally important to them, their creator put her at unease.

"A few still know the truth. It is around us in signs, and paintings, faces, documents, but… but we don't see it. See, we are… heh… we are blind to our own creation."

She visibly shuddered as she listened to his voice, barely paying any attention to the puzzle Desmond was trying to solve. His voice transported her back to Abstergo, back to watching him crack, back to walking in that morning to see the blood, everywhere. Staining, dripping, and him…

Her gag reflex reacted, and she held a hand in front of her mouth to stop it. Rebecca looked up at her with concern, and even Shaun, who generally liked to be antagonistic about things, couldn't help but give her a worried look. She ignored them both, taking her eyes back to the screen where Desmond was finishing the first puzzle. She tried to forget that this was the last file, that this would hold the key to everything she knew about Adam. She tried to forget what happened.

"I can't do it! … Can I do it? Will it set me free from this… endless, ring of time? I feel the guillotine cut my throat, the bullet hit my chest, the water fill my lungs. The blood spills out, thick and red! … It's time to get out."

Her heart froze in her chest, her muscles tightened even further. Her throat ached from forcing back the tears that stung her irises. She bowed her head - she wouldn't let them see her, wouldn't let the emotion out. How could she have…? Part of her tried to argue that she had had no choice, but the other told her that yes, she did have a choice. His last thoughts… right there in front of her. Had she only known…

She thought about him those last few days. No change. None at all. Had he gone through it all alone? Of course he had, she was being stupid. But she wondered, faintly… What if she could have helped him? What if she could have understood this monster of a machine that she had helped create better? Would it have made any difference? Would he still be around to ask?

Lucy… You're the closest thing to a friend I've had in a long while. Thank you.

That night before… Oh God, it hurt to think about it.

"Ah… the moon… I can see the stars… My mind is gone… Lucy? I can't wait any longer… I'm ready to go."

A sharp intake of air. Her pupils dilated. She shuddered, and the tears left her eyes in waterfalls she couldn't control. She gasped for air like there was none, silently sobbing. Lucy shut her eyes in frustration and guilt as she whispered, "It's all my fault… all my fault… I'm so sorry, Adam… my fault…"

Rebecca was over at her side in a heartbeat, but there was nothing she could do.

A deep breath.

"She sees me… raise… the knife…"