[ Lucy can hear that exhaustion. She wished she could help, though the best way to help would be to go to him. And it had been weeks already. He must not be sleeping well, back to his old ways. She certainly was, three hours at a time, always restless in a house that felt too big for just herself. ]

How many actually do know what I am to you? How many people know what’s going on?

[ Glad this wasn’t video, she had winced. ]

No, I’m not... [ Her voice softened. ] He meant more to you. I guess being alone is— It’s different now. From before. I was always alone, in Abstergo I mean. I always expected to be alone. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that the house feels too big for just me.

Connor had a big presence, even though I’d known him for less than a month; he wasn’t just a big guy.