But he's alive...else he would be eating your brain or something. Seeing Desmond was odd but...not unpleasant. He was beginning to feel lost in terms of the Assassins and Templars. This was not their world, nothing mattered here...and as used to the world he was trying to be, there was that infinite feeling of being lost just because he was simply plucked from his world. But many people felt like this, he was sure.

He cocked a brow at Desmond, now feeling like their awkward feelings can turn into awkward questions.

Especially since he learned that he was looking for him specifically.

"You were coming to see me?" He questioned. "You had left, were you called away?"