[Ezio goes completely still, breath coming in fast, trying to wrap his head around the fact that Desmond is suddenly just gone from Asgard, gone from their lives and back home. Back to nothingness. To death. It hits like a slap to the face and he is left silent, unsure of what to say, and it shows.
He knew it was a possibility. It always is. But not now. Not ever- Desmond had so much to live for now, here. Ezio doesn't want all of that to have been for nothing.]
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He knew it was a possibility. It always is. But not now. Not ever- Desmond had so much to live for now, here. Ezio doesn't want all of that to have been for nothing.]