Woman: Memory sequence archived. Warning. Recursive idle state instability. Stack overflow imminent.
Desmond: After nine years of being away, my old bitterness was back. I was tired again. I didn't want to admit that moving forward might mean taking a step back. The shine of the city had faded. The freedom I felt was hollow without old friends, without family. And then, then they came for me. Abstergo. They had been looking for me. I couldn't believe it.
Man: Mr. Miles?
I spent half my life trying to forget everything my parents taught me, everything I thought was a lie.
Desmond: Yeah, what's this about?
And suddenly, I wanted it all back. All that training, all that time. But I couldn't. Those days, they were gone.
Why are you doing this to me?
Man: You have information we need, Mr. Miles.
Desmond: Information? I'm a bartender for Christ's sake!
Man: We know who you are. What you are.
Desmond: I don't know what you're talking about!
Man: Don't play coy with me, there isn't time. You're an assassin. You've got something my employers want. Locked away in that head of yours.
Desmond: In a few short months, my life changed forever. I know my easiest days are behind me. But I don't want them back. Not now.
My name is Desmond Miles, and I am an assassin. I am an assassin.