"Desmond?" Lucy Stillman's voice came from the console, "Your heart rate just had an abnormal peak. What did you see?" Desmond did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes, those images. Those images that do not belong to him, but are engraved deep in his genes like imprints. "Lucy," he said, "Animus 2.0... Can it read 'associated memories'? Not directly inherited, but... Strong imprints about a specific person that are deeply bound in the DNA of another person?" Lucy's voice was filled with obvious interest: "Theoretically, Animus technology is based on 'genetic memory', that is, ancestral experiences that can only be transmitted through genetic material." She paused: "Have you seen other memories?" "I saw a woman." Desmond said, unconsciously gesturing with his fingers in the air, "Black hair, black eyes, an oriental face, but not exactly like... Her fighting style... Lucy, that is not the fighting style of that era." "So you just experienced Ezio's memory in the Animus, but also experienced Ezio's complete understanding of her. Including her fighting style, her thinking mode, and even part of her...'Existence essence'." "When I synchronized that memory," he said, "I not only knew how to hold Ezio's sword, but also how to thrust out her dagger. Not only did I know how Ezio sneaked, but I also knew how she integrated with the environment. Not only did I know Ezio's creed, but also her persistence." He paused: "I also know... When two warriors meet in the dark, trust each other in countless lives and deaths, and create possibilities out of the impossible... That kind of connection can span time, blood, and even..."