"I'm a what?" Ginny spun. Her eyes were wide as the three glanced between themselves, trying to explain the situation to the hysterical woman.

"You're a third type of Sage." Shaun explained. "Roberts wasn't immortal but could remember all his past lives. He was a conscious reincarnation. Damien is, well, immortal so there's not much more you can say on that. You're an unconscious reincarnation which means-"

"Which means you've lived other lives but can't remember them." Rebecca interrupted, her friendlier tone attempting to account for Shaun's rather monotone, intellectual voice. "Genovefa isn't your ancestor. She's you, a past you."

"I don't believe this." Ginny turned, throwing her hands in the air. "I'm going home."

"Ginny!" Rebecca called after her but she was already out of the door.

"Just let her go, there's nothing you can do-" she heard Damien tell Rebecca and the fury rose within her as she passed the threshold.

"Who the hell do you think I am?!" She spun, practically screaming into the warehouse. "I don't care what I am, how many bloody lives I've lived, you don't know me!"

Damien said nothing. His face was stone. He had heard this so many times before.

Something about him, those soft eyes, seemed to calm that rage that threatened to boil over. Her chest heaved more than it did after her morning runs. Learning she was practically immortal was much more draining than forty minutes of exercise.

"How do you keep finding me?" She managed, her voice nearly a whisper.

"I don't know. Our paths just seem to keep crossing." He shrugged, a slight smile on his face.

Ginny tried to turn around again, to walk away, but something made her stop. Something made her calm down and face the people from whom she was trying to escape.

"What's it like, living forever?" Ginny took a step forward but remained outside. She wasn't quite ready to step back into there, somewhere that she didn't understand anymore.

"Incredible." Damien replied. "I've seen civilisations rise and fall, cities built and crumble. But heartbreaking too. I've seen everyone die. I've seen you. I've seen you so many times."

"You've seen me die." She swallowed and took another step.

"I have."

"How?"

"You've died in more ways than I want to remember, brutally and peacefully. You were always an Assassin. You fought for their cause to the end."

"Did I fight for anything... Anyone else?"

"You fought for me."

"How can you do this?" Ginny wasn't angry anymore. She was close to tears. "How can you live so long and stay sane? How can you see me die and still find me again? How can you carry that burden?"

"It's a heavy burden." Damien nodded. "I've had many conversations like this, trying to explain who I am and who you are. You..." the man took a shaky breath and tried a fragile smile, "you always forget me."

"What can I do?" Ginny breathed, her throat tight. "What can I do to help?"

"We need to find the cure to Damien's immortality. We believe Genovefa has it." Rebecca said.

Realising she was closer than she was moments ago, Ginny looked down. She was standing back inside the warehouse. Step by step, she had rejoined them. Slowly, and with difficulty, she was understanding. Step by step, she would find out who Damien was and what he meant to her. Step by step, she would find out who she is and what she was.

The music was loud in her earphones and the beat thumped through her skull. Her eyes were closed as she listened so to anyone trying to contact her, she was practically dead to the world.

"GINNY!"

The barking voice was just heard over the song before the earphones were sharply tugged out of her ears by Shaun.

"Hey!" She snatched them back.

"Finally!" He sighed. "You know, we can hear your music. You can get tinnitus from that."

"Ah, don't care, I still have plenty of lives to go, don't I?" She grinned, starting to enjoy the concept.

"Hm, we'll see." He frowned. "I hope for your sake there isn't another one of me getting frustrated with you because once again, you haven't been listening to anything that's been going on."

"What's happened now?" She asked, pausing her music player and wrapping the earphones around it. It was an old device, but trustworthy.

"Rebecca's been tinkering around with the animus and it's not as developed as the ones back in Abstergo. There'll be a bit of a jump between Genovefa's childhood memories and to where we end up."

"Aren't you worried you'll miss the cure that Damien's looking for?" Ginny stood and approached the animus. "And besides, what am I even supposed to be looking for? Or is it one of those 'you'll know it when you see it things'?"

"We're pretty sure it's found round about her twenties." Shaun said with a confirming nod from Damien. "And you're precisely right, it is one of those 'you'll know it when you see it things'."

"Why am I not surprised?" She rolled her eyes as she placed her music player on the side.

"You ready?" Rebecca asked and Ginny nodded, lying down in the animus as the machine began to whir.

Before the memory sequence began, she turned to see Damien pick up the device.

"It's one of the old iPods." He grinned. "I remember these."

"Of course you do." She rolled her eyes but still found a smile on her face.

He clicked the front button and the last song played by Fall Out Boy displayed on the screen, something from their American Beauty/American Pyscho album.

"'Immortals'," he grinned as reality faded away. "Good choice."