Desmond: Abstergo. The first time I saw that word was on the side of a bottle of ibuprofen. Mom laughed when I asked her about it. "Can't get away," she said.
Mother: We pick our battles, I guess. So many to choose from.
Desmond: She told me the average American household contains three dozen Abstergo owned products at any given moment. If you tried to purge them from your life completely, it would be a full time job.
So this was it. The global conspiracy, Abstergo. Fingers in every pie. Governments, corporations, universities. Mom and Dad made it sound so scary. But it didn't feel scary. An enemy has to have a face, but all I could see was a bottle of painkillers.
What scared me was the training. Sweat, tears, bloody lip every once in a while.
William Miles: Focus, Desmond! Focus!
Desmond: How far were they going to push me?
William Miles: Strength, speed, agility. No excuses.
Desmond: I couldn't stand it! What was the point? For years and years I thought some major catastrophe was on the horizon. I didn't know what to expect.
William Miles: One day you'll understand. You'll see. All this unease will be worth something, I promise.
Desmond: If they'd been more open with me. If they'd shown me things, taken me places. Maybe it would have made more sense.