“I don’t have loved ones.”
It was true enough. He had his other, whom he loved, but no one else. His father hated him, his mother died when he was born, and his ex wife had killed herself because of him. There wasn’t anything anyone in this world could do to hurt him except take his symbiote from him, and the number of people who could do that were few and far between.
Eddie folded his arms over his chest as the other man stood up, waving him off and dismissing him. It was interesting, that was for sure. He was scared, couldn’t really blame him for that one, though. A very powerful, very rich company wanted his head. That’d be enough to make anyone paranoid.
“But you’re right, I don’t want to expose Abstergo. If what I’ve heard is right, I want to take them down.” What little he’d heard, what he suspected they were doing - they needed to be handled. And who else would do it? The other heroes in the city were all bound up in laws and things, handicapping themselves. Eddie didn’t give a fuck about laws.
“They’re linked to more than a few deaths, but the reports keep getting buried under the rug, and I’m not talking about questionable practices in pharmaceuticals.” He met the other man’s eyes levelly. “You don’t really look like you’re in a position to turn down any help either, no offense.”
His attention moved back to the other. Someone without much to lose was more dangerous than half the people he's had to watch be taken down in history. People without something to hang onto, or protect ... where nothing more than a loose canon. Unpredictable. Not what the order needed to add to their mess of problems they already had. And there were plenty that Desmond didn't know about. All he was aware of was one of the many pieces of Eden. What he spent three months in the Animus to get .. and three months of slowly losing his grip on reality. No matter how often he was told "stay with me"; easy to say when you didn't have three lifetimes of memories in your head - excluding your own. It was amazing he didn't turn out like Clay...
Lost in his own insanity.
"Yeah, I'm not getting into that mess with a total stranger," it wasn't up for discussion. Not even close, when he was so readily to say he wanted to take them down. It was easy to take down an organization when that's what you thought it stopped at: corrupt people. But it was more than that - it was an ideal. A state of mind. Where there was people like him that believed in the freedom of choice for the people, there would always be those that preferred control. People that believed freedom of choice was an unacceptable chaos that required purging. All of history could erase traces of the people involved, the evidence supporting why they followed through with their actions .... and it would always rise again. No matter how long time took to form it once more.
An ideal could never be purged as long as sentience existed.
"You're not wrong there's more than what you're able to dig, but it's way over your fucking head." His eyes nearly bore holes into the other; an attempt at a warning to stay away.
"Now if you don't mind," he started, "I have a new spot to hide before I get the hell out of dodge. If you could find me, it won't be hard for them."
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