Run away, be quick, don't look back
The Pisaca, it follows, will surely attack
Feeds on death, life and sanity
Leaves no place for respect, neither for vanity
-so sure one of these days Desmond will finally get to his senses and kill me. I deserve to die. We deserve to die. The truth lies deep within us, inside our hearts, the veins carry it and we must eat the truth from other people to keep our souls open.
How much do you know about the moon?
He screams at me. It's for my own good. We float through time like wraiths searching for redemption but we're allowed none. He hits me. It's for my own good. I didn't mean to hurt them. They screamed even louder than him and it hurt my ears so and I just had to make them stop, these monsters, had to make them stop, so I did. The truth slips from their gaping necks, their flowing stomachs and I feel so thirsty. No matter how much water I drink, how I beg him to stop, it stays without us and demands truth.
The average distance from Earth to the Moon is 384,403 kilometers (238,857 miles). The actual
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It feels constricting, inside my own body, and I cry and I beg and I pray and he's besides me, and he murmurs in I have no idea, but the tone. Oh, the tone, so sweet, so gentle, and I cling and I cry harder and I beg for forgiveness, because I did it again, ripped the truth from another monster, cool hands on burning forehead soft lips on sweaty skin. I'm burning for my sins. Am I forgiven? Tell me that you love me, Lucy.
The Moon is the Earth's satellite, revolving around it about once every 29.5 days.
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Lucy? She's so little. She's only twenty-something. So fragile, have to keep her safe or Ezio gets angry, just like an eagle falling down on a rabbit, claws rip rip rip, flesh and fur leave, eat the meat, drink the truth. It's for my own good. My own good. I love you, deeply, truly do. I hate you, with every atom in my body. My head hurts, you say it's fine. One more time, just one more run as fast as you can! I hide my truth, I drink it, I see deep inside. Lucy, oh Lucy. I hate you so much, with my heart, with my soul. I'll always keep you safe, I promise, I'm so sorry, I hate you, say it to me, repeat it, please, tell me you fucking son of a bitch you did this to that you hate me too.
The Moon has a mass of 7.3477 × 1022 kg, a volume of 2.1958 × 1010 km3, and an equatorial circumference of 10,921 km.
I hurt.-. .-.. . .- ... . / .-.. .. ... - . -. / - - / - .I hurt so much. Desmond? Desmond please, I hate you please. Tell Altair I love him, that I wish he'd die, I wish he'd burn in hell, like I burn inside my shell, my fires of damnation and self-justification Ezio, him, love him too, fuck him, fuck them. Desmond? Lucy? Do you remember? You promised you'd let me out. Gold lies in cotton mouths. I hurt so much. It's for my own good. I'm on a bed a cot, explosions outside, the Germans are winning burning and she's here. Lucy, oh Lucy. My savior, little lamb, she cares for me, always, just like he used to, just like he does. He's besides me, cold hands, freezing, death's hands. Please make the fire stop, Desmond. Please don't hurt me! Oh God please, put the gun down! No, no, no!
Faith is an organic illusion, a harmonic coincidence.
They overlap. The truths, the times, the legacies. Years and centuries, people and places, muddled together, it happens to him sometimes, he forgets too, just like I do, sometimes, it scares me. He speaks different, acts different, you're not you, please think about it, just please don't shoot me, the arrow sails, the blood, the truth the and sometimes I wonder, who am I, where am I, what is this, why is this happening to me, someone please, tell me. It hurts. It's for my own good.
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The air feels so good. I needed to go out. Desmond said no, Lucy said no, but I need it, so much. The moon, the moon can fuck the tide of the earth, it's going away as we speak is right there, in the sky, the same, always the same. She watches as I raise the knife over her, please don't do this over us, always the same, never changing. The cold air on my clothes, the hard granite beneath my feet, the snow, such beatuiful snow falling slowly and-Wait, did you smell that? I stop, smell, hear, touch, sense. Here, he was here, Desmond's scent, follow it, follow the scent, sand and blood and wine and sweat. Here this roof, sitting here, looking where? Rush out, follow it, to here, this place, his smell, strong and around this building, mixed with another, tea and old books and ink and truth, warm, hunger, eat, rip, tear find it, go in ignore the other scents, follow up, follow-the door. Can't pass through it. Please let me in.
The Moon has an atmosphere so tenuous as to be nearly vacuum, with a total mass of less than 10 metric tons.
"Sixteen!"
Stop. I turn and look and he's there, with his smell of sands long gone, wine sorely missed, blood, sweat and tears.
"What are you doing here?"
"I-I..." Don't know. had to follow, had to, needed to, the other smell, so sweet, so alluring, "W-W-Was thir-th-thirsty."
"Not here. C'mon, let's go somewhere else."
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"B-B-But this... here there's-I m-mean, the scent, I, I, foll-followed, it smells so good."
Glaring now, from black to gold, stern. I hiss, feel panic bubling, tears stinging, frustration, sadness paranoia, Abstergo has been looking for us run!
"Sixteen," Voice, tone stern, steely, I snarl. Altair. "Let's go somewhere else. You can't eat from here."
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You, the one reading this*
I live my life in swinged emotion
Terrified by the sun and the motions
Of Pale claws and teeth asunder
Oh, mercy, oh shame, PLEASE NO I SURRENDER!
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No mercy given to the victim
Which cried in vain at what was inflicted
Poor thing, such a fuck up, he should've listened
Should've stayed away away, but now imprisoned
Are you reading this right?*
Whine and whimper, nervous. It's so cold, I'm so thirsty, I'm so hungry, please, please. I scream, run away, get away he's behind me I can sense him dear God please have mercy don't let him catch me please go, faster, run run RUN!
"SIXTEEN!"
Just run, just keep going, just go, don't turn, run away the French are close, keep going, have to give this, the package, have to warn them keep screaming, white fear running through my veins, then impact, scream louder, thrash, get away, kick, snarl, tumble, bite, scratchgasp-!
Cold hands, frozen, death's hands around my neck. No more screams, just choked gurgles, desperate inhalations, press, feel the claws digging into flesh. Tears, stinging, so many. Sobs. Sobbing. I'm so sorry. It's for my own good. Then, freedom.
I curl in on myself, small shelter, turn away from him, tremblin, crying, wailing. Please don't hurt me. Knuckles, soft, cool, touch my face, lips, a voice, a whispered hush, someone over me, comforting.
"It's ok."
Desmond. I cling to him, cry harder, louder, shaking. I'm so hungry. He holds me, rocks me, hushes me, tell me, over and over.
"It's ok."
My savior, the love of my life, my sworn enemy.
"C'mon, let's get you home. I'll get you somethin to eat."
I'm so tired... So sleepy...
He killed me long ago.
Open your eyes. There's someone humming, hand petting my head. Comfort. Home. I bury my face in the cloth, the slow rising and falling, the heartbeat, slow and faint, almost unnoticeable. Listen to the tune. Peace and tranquility. This is for my own good.
"Hey."
Blink, come back. Look up into worried black, frown and sadness. Feel a cool rag across your forehead and sigh as your eyes close again, Lucy's touch as soothing as always.
"How're you feeling, Sixteen?"
Give a little whimper, hold what little warmth is close. Feel the hand, the rag, the blade, cool and soothing through your forehead, taking away the sweat, the tears.
"He's running a fever again. Did he get stressed when you brought him over?"
"It was kinda hard for him not to get stressed, but he was trying to get to the apartment."
Voices, they swim about. It's so nice. This is for my own good. This is alright.
"What, Becca and Shaun's apartment? Did he follow you?"
"I found him there afterwards, but this is the second time he's tried to get there."
Sleep. I haven't slept in three months. Body won't allow it. But today, just today, eyes close and sleep flows in.
Allukah, Picasa, lie to me so
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Tell me I'm pretty, call me a whore
Nightmares. Nightmares. Screams, blood, blades, guns, horses, guts, carnage, confusion, pain, pain, all around all engulfing everywhere nowehre where am i please someone it hurts the fever the change the body the truth twist rip suck blood blood blood throw it up disgusting delicious keeps you awake alive half-way in betwen worse with me i amthe, the the-!
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Oh, oh my God. I-I'm clear again. You! The one reading this! You have to listen to me! These little lucid moments I have, they vanish quickly, so I'll make it quick. I'll leave clues for you, you have to hurry or the cycle will repeat itself! The Codex is key, that's why he's searching for it. The Truth is hidden inside it, but we haven't found it. We need it! It will help with Lucy's research! You have to tell the British man that he, that he...
He...
He hurts so much. Screaming, yelling, agonizing. Hands on him, soothing words, the cool hands, patting him like a newborn child. Shushing, rocking him back and forth, murmuring assurances to him. Desmond is his savior and his demon. Cares for him. Is it pity? Is it love? He doesn't really care, just clings to it, because this is the only contact he gets, the only affection. And sometimes, I'm so sure one of these days Desmond will finally get to his senses-
What is Allukah?
What is fear?
What is Picasa?
What is pain?