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Identity Crisis

February 14, 2012

Bryn S., Fort Wayne, IN By Optimiste, Fort Wayne, IN

Leaving the Animus had always just been waking up from a long nap.

But this time was different- maybe it was because it hadn’t been a normal session, and, for all intents and purposes, he had been in a coma. The darkness pulled at him, coaxing him back down, back into the memories of ancient Constantinople with its beautiful sky and strange inhabitants.

And, more than anything, Desmond wanted to give in. He was selfish- didn’t want to face Lucy’s death, Rebecca’s overbearing kindness, Shaun’s acidic remarks- and, after all, the Animus gave one a semblance of reality. He could touch and taste and smell and hear, and he could live out the rest of his own life reliving those of his ancestors.

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