Sorry to say this, but happy belated birthday Desmond. Wish the brotherhood could celebrate with you, but I guess Lucy will keep you company...
I have so many feels, so it'll be hardcore rambling post!
I had liberty, but I did not see it;
I had time, but I did not know it;
And I had love, but I did not feel it.
Liberty. He had plenty of liberty when he was born. His parents were very much liberal. He could have silly fights with the Pazzi, beat up his sister's cheater, sleep with his girlfriend without getting caught. After that fateful day he lost his freedom. His loving family turned upside down in mere minutes. The men of his family were put in prison, his mother and sister spared, nevertheless, they were stripped of their happy family. He can never have fights with the Pazzi, he has to kill them; he can never beat up his sister's cheaters, he has to kill politics cheaters; he can never sleep with his girlfriend without getting caught, his love life with Cristina ended... tragically. His later life was occupied by vengeance and hatred. All his life he used to protect those he loved, and the order which caused it all. Only at around 50+ did he get his liberty back, and it was a little too late.
Time. When he was young he spent money and time on women and wine. He had a leisure life. In a few moments he turned from handsome, naive, carefree brat into brooding, vengeful man. The men of his family were hanged. His father, his older brother and even the youngest who was only 13. He used his time to track down those who framed his family of conspiracy. He barely had time for his mother and sister, who has also lost their beloved family members. He spent his time on 'the greater good', just to let it get messed up by some future guy in the 1750's. His time was short when his career as a killer ended.
Love. His family was very close. He had the love of his life. Then one event took them all away. His mother lost the sparkle in her eyes. She became very weak and frail, and was especially shocked by the death of his husband and sons. His sister Claudia was doomed to sit in front of the logbook doing sums, later shamed and criticized for her role as the madam of a brothel. He closed his heart and kept it from other people. He may have many loves from different cities, but his heart was all for Cristina. However they both knew their love would never bloom or bear fruit. She died in his arms 25 years later. Then he met Sofia, his new hope. His new driving force that kept him alive for another 10+ years. He had found love again, but he was short on time.
He had all three when he was young, but he did not realize their existence. Only when he had lost them entirely that he knew: it was all too late to regret it now. He was a fine mentor. He was famous. After Altair, he was the next best thing the brotherhood could ever ask for.
I watched as he came to this world. I watched him grow. I saw him die. He grew from a boy to a man in a few hours. Was that a strain? Yes it certainly was. But he did not know.
Time. When he was young he spent money and time on women and wine. He had a leisure life. In a few moments he turned from handsome, naive, carefree brat into brooding, vengeful man. The men of his family were hanged. His father, his older brother and even the youngest who was only 13. He used his time to track down those who framed his family of conspiracy. He barely had time for his mother and sister, who has also lost their beloved family members. He spent his time on 'the greater good', just to let it get messed up by some future guy in the 1750's. His time was short when his career as a killer ended.
Love. His family was very close. He had the love of his life. Then one event took them all away. His mother lost the sparkle in her eyes. She became very weak and frail, and was especially shocked by the death of his husband and sons. His sister Claudia was doomed to sit in front of the logbook doing sums, later shamed and criticized for her role as the madam of a brothel. He closed his heart and kept it from other people. He may have many loves from different cities, but his heart was all for Cristina. However they both knew their love would never bloom or bear fruit. She died in his arms 25 years later. Then he met Sofia, his new hope. His new driving force that kept him alive for another 10+ years. He had found love again, but he was short on time.
He had all three when he was young, but he did not realize their existence. Only when he had lost them entirely that he knew: it was all too late to regret it now. He was a fine mentor. He was famous. After Altair, he was the next best thing the brotherhood could ever ask for.
I watched as he came to this world. I watched him grow. I saw him die. He grew from a boy to a man in a few hours. Was that a strain? Yes it certainly was. But he did not know.
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(Don't lose you way in your mind
We have to be as one
Don't be afraid my sweet heart
This is the way to be more strong)
We have to be as one
Don't be afraid my sweet heart
This is the way to be more strong)
