"Try to ignore it...? Jesus, Shaun. Yeah. You're right, it's so easy. Why didn't I think of that...?" at least he was right about one thing. He didn't want to see. It felt bad enough.

It looked worse. The wing bones were outlined against Desmond's skin. Growing underneath. Hopefully they would separate out like a newborn's...or maybe that trip to an Assassin-friendly hospital would be needed after all.

Desmond took a deep breath as the surge of pain faded. "Y-yeah. She's...Dad mentioned she's in the field somewhere, back in the temple." but dammit, he wanted to see her more than anything right now. He wouldn't admit it to Shaun, but he was terrified out of his mind. And wanting his mom like an equally terrified five year old.