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There's no room anymore for regret.(She said she'd keep Clay safe, she- He couldn't leave, but she promised-)Desmond's screaming himself awake again. All those emails, like she couldn't hear it, but Desmond is a tool—a stepping stone, a compass, a key. Desmond can't be a stubborn smile, can't be pestering her over her computer, can't be shaky and pale and weak-kneed after sessions because if she sees that, she'll remember she's killing a man, not an unseen Order.Lucy didn't want this! The Assassins abandoned her.There are Templars, and there are tools, and tools don't choose.