#another idea

Curtis owns the local diner in a small town. You're going through a hard time since your got laid off with a bunch of other local workers and the town being small, it's hard to find something new.

He lines up behind you at the grocery store as you come up short for your groceries. Another bill came out early. He pays for your groceries after arguing that it's no problem. He barters that he can help you out with a gig at the dinner.

That’s going to be hard on Ezio though unless we make it that Desmond’s Bleed is special. That, thanks to Isu BS, he’s the only person who can actually connect with his ancestors like that. Otherwise, this brings us the frightening reminder that Desmond isn’t the only person to Bleed as Ezio.

This means Ezio would also know about Clay.

Just imagine the confusion that Ezio would have whenever he and Clay connected. Whenever he takes control.

Especially once Clay learned of Lucy’s betrayal and Juno starts hijacking his Animus sessions to push him into ‘understanding’ the part he must play in the calculations.

Confusion would turn to worry once Ezio starts taking over during those times, feeling Clay’s deteriorating state, maybe even noticing marks and wounds that looked self-inflicted.

Maybe, he was there when Clay finally takes his last breath, feeling it himself and angry at his own powerlessness to stop it.

Sees Lucy’s expression as Clay dies and knows… knows that something is terribly wrong with her.

So when he starts having dreams of another, of a young man named Desmond…

He knows that he cannot trust the blonde woman.

He doesn’t understand what they are saying but he could sense the hostility from the man as well as the kindness the black-haired woman tried to show.

But they were all wary.

Wary of him.

Because they know he wasn’t this man they call “Desmond”.

And it started out like Clay, just seconds before he would be awakened back in his body.

Then longer and longer.

Until Ezio could move for a minute or so without anyone realizing it.

Being quiet seemed to do the job, slouching and trying to make himself small.

This Desmond’s limbs were longer than his so it took a while for him to get used to his body.

He could stay in Desmond’s body for as long as 3 minutes when he heard of his name pass Minerva’s lips.

That’s how Ezio realized why he was dreaming of Desmond.

She called him a prophet.

He was Desmond’s prophet.

He was meant to help Desmond.

And how could he do it…

But the only way he knows how.

He does know if Desmond sees what is happening the same way Ezio sees what is happening whenever he takes over Desmond’s body.

But Minerva had looked behind him when she had directly addressed Desmond.

So perhaps Desmond could only see from behind Ezio.

Ezio wasn’t sure but…

He doesn’t mind doing this as many times as necessary.

He looks into the mirror and stares at the empty space just above his shoulder and he speaks…

“Desmond…”

“If you can hear me, I hope that you can understand me. What I am about to say may sound too ‘ridiculous’ and hard to believe so I will tell you things I have seen. You’re with three people. A woman with blonde hair wearing white. A man who always sounds rude. A black-haired woman with a kind smile. You’re in this strange place with so many different things but I always wake up in this uncomfortable red chair of some kind. I believe that’s what’s connecting you to me.”

I hope that would be enough for you to believe me when I tell you that I can see thru your eyes at times. And you’re not the only person I have dreamed of.”

“There is another man.” Ezio paused for a moment before he corrected himself, “There was another man.”

“And… the blonde woman you’re with let him die. She did nothing as he… as we die.”

“Don’t trust her, Desmond.”

“Whatever she tells you…”