Thirteenth Memory. [text/voice]

[subject_17]

[TEXT:]

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ليس هناك ما هو صحيح. فكل شيء مباح.

[SWITCH TO VOICE:]

... Ayn? Yajebu an athhaba al aan...

No... Get a hold of yourself, Desmond.

... Hey Shinji, I don't think I'll be coming into work today.

[ooc: And Desmond's chip thing has begun. Like Ezio, he's a bit under the weather and his Eagle Vision is making him see things in

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[is_the_eldest]

Amico, are you well? You're speaking oddly...

[Italian]

[subject_17]

The best, and may it never change.

[is_the_eldest]

[Alright... that... what... you've creeped him out. Good job.]

Desmond?

[subject_17]

...

Yeah?

[is_the_eldest]

What's going on?

You... [Were speaking Italian and said something that only Ezio and I would know.]

You were speaking Italian. I didn't realize you spoke it so well. [If at all, besides a few words.]

[subject_17]

Look I...

I guess I should tell you. We're... related. Distantly.

[He coughs harshly, gripping the sheets and the communicator to try and stay focused. He can see figures moving even underneath his blindfold, and it's taking an enormous effort to remain grounded in himself.]

[is_the_eldest]

You did mention this when you first arrived.

But what does that have to do with you behaving oddly?

[subject_17]

Got my chip out. It's... the effects of having this damn thing out of me.