Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed doesn't belong to me. Credits do Ubisoft. The music used, "Frozen Sleep", belongs to Malukah (malufenix on youtube). I apologize for any mistakes. English is not my first language.
Guardian Angel
Wait in the dark
With the memories that replay my lonesome fears
How long has it been since I saw the real sky, touch the real sand, the real water? How long has it been since I was able to feel something for real and not just the echo of a feeling? I remember my last days as a man, my last actions… My blood painting the walls and the floor… What have I done? I killed myself. I locked myself in this damn machine and for what?! For him. For you.
To be here and save you. What that means? Will you be the one to save us? To save me? You see me, don't you, Desmond? You see how broken I am! How fucked up my mind has became! I'm just a… A… What am I?! A computer program? A shadow of a man?
My guardian angel.
Am I your guardian angel, Desmond?
And my mind
Is betrayed by time passing by
And I just need you to wake up
I'm gonna need you to save us
And take me home
Can you help me? Can you grant me peace? I'm tired, Desmond. Tired of be here. Alone. So alone. Can you take me with you? Ha, of course you can't. You won't. Who would want a crazy guy in the back of their mind? Not me. Not you. Not anyone. There is no place for me but here, right?
You should finish your ancestor's memories and get out of here. Wake up. They are waiting for you. She's calling for you. (1) I miss her and I think you misses her too. When you see her… Tell her I'm glad she is still alive, ok? Just go home, Desmond.
Wake up and go home.
Feel the madness taking over
While you lay in frozen sleep
Though my life's now fading
You're still a promise I will keep
My job is to help you. To make sure you survive. There is nothing more for me to do. There is no more life for me. I'm dead. My body is worm food now. The only thing that still exists of me is my mind. Or not. I don't know. Does my mind still counts? I mean, look at me! There are times when I don't know if I'm me or some guy that lived centuries ago! My memories control me sometimes. You know how is like, don't you? The bleeding effect.
How is like to be Ezio? To be Altaïr? How is like to lose yourself in their lives?! Tell me, Desmond! You know how is like! She knows how is like! Still… You and her are so different. So fucking different!
Help me, Desmond. Help me to save what is left of me.
Wait in the dark
Every feeling becomes so magnified
And my mind
Goes on and on
I'm trying to hold on
But I keep losing control of
All I know
Perhaps I lost my chance to be saved. Perhaps there is nothing of me to save. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not worth saving. But you are, Desmond. You are our last chance. Our last hope. So survive. Wake up. Be in control of your mind. And find what Those Who Came Before wants you to find. Save the world.
Save yourself, Desmond. And forget about me.
There is no such thing as a guardian angel.
Author's notes: (1) Every time he says 'she', Clay is referring to Sophie Miles, Desmond's young sister in my fanfic 'The Rose of Masyaf'. Thank you for reading and please leave a comment.