"You said he was awake, no?"
"He was, but he's weak Connor, give him time to rest."
"He makes me nervous. We don't know who he is or why he is here."
"Desmond is his name and actually he was wondering about that as well. Apparently he doesn't remember."
"I don't believe him."
"Faith, Connor, I think he means us no harm. Look, he is one of us." Desmond felt dry hands on his arm but forced himself to be still. Cloth was pushed up and he knew that Achilles was exposing his tattoo to Connor, knowing that the symbol in the middle was the symbol of the creed.
"That is a bolt way of showing who he is. His clothes are not meant to blend it either."
"Nothing we can't help him with. And if he really is an assassin then he can help you as well, I am sure that it would make many things much easier." Desmond opened his eyes at that moment and his arm was immediately released.
"See, he is awake."
"You are Connor." Desmond stated and the other two men exchanged glances. It was weird to see Connor, the man whose memories he had occupied, before him. "Thank you for saving me." Connor nodded and Desmond sat up, swinging his legs out of the bed. "I feel much better now."
"Will you stay longer Desmond?"
"If I am welcome, I would like that. I only know about this place through...stories but they seem like faint memories to me." Achilles chuckled while Connor still continued to glare at him suspiciously.
"You'll need clothes, whatever those are you cannot wear them." Desmond looked down at his jeans, sneaker and white hoodie and nodded.
"I understand."
"Are you really an assassin?"
"I am."
"Then you will need weapons as well." Desmond nodded thankfully and Achilles showed him to follow. Connor waited for Desmond to pass before leaving the room as well.
"I believe you have experience with the hidden blades?"
"Yeah, I've been taught to use them."
"Good." Achilles reached back and handed him the blades. "We have all kinds of weapons, there you can practice if you wish to do so here are clothes." Desmond took the bundle of clothes that looked quite similar to Connor's but in burgundy and white, rather than blue and white.
"Thank you."
"Go put them on and afterwards Connor will show you around; he was just about to go to Boston anyways."
"I don't think he can be trusted yet Achilles."
"I think I might be able to help you." He offered but Connor didn't even look at him. "You are looking for Samuel Adams, right?" Desmond asked, knowing that the information will give him a possibility to stay with Connor, and hoping that he had guessed the right time.
"What do you know of Adams?"
"I know where he is."
"How?" He shrugged and Connor frowned, stepping closer.
"I will not trust you if you don't tell me the full story, Desmond. Achilles might believe you but I am not as easily fooled. Tell me what you know."
"All I know is where you're most likely to find Adams. And I don't ask for your trust nor for you to believe me, just for a chance to prove to you that you can do both. I don't mean you harm and you have treated me with utmost kindness; I won't forget that." Achilles nodded with a smile and Connor stepped away but his frown didn't lessen.
"Meet me outside in a few minutes." Desmond nodded but Connor had already turned his back on him. With a sigh Achilles walked past him and only stopped briefly.
"Don't worry Desmond, he'll come around. He is not a boy who trusts easily."
"I know." Desmond mumbled into the empty room and changed into the Assassin robe and put on the blades, as well as a sword and a gun. Although in reality Desmond had never worn either they felt comforting and familiar, at least something to hold onto while in a time and place he didn't belong in.