Martha / Jacob
Don't think it all sounds that mad. No madder than anything. Once you've got ground beneath your feet, acceptance and adaptation usually has to fall into place. Sounds like the doctor was your ground. Not a medical doctor then like you, I'm guessing?
Eh. Evie and I, you might've read that we're part of this group called the Assassins, yeah? Born and bred into it, started training at six, just like our Father and Mother before us. She always loved its rules and pomp and circumstance; I didn't. I'd only it's found a way I could be an Assassin, I think, and find that medium between hunting for boring artifacts or kicking the shite out of Templars, because social problems like inequality and poverty always start at the bottom, yeah? You can protect via keeping the magical crap out of the hands of sociopaths or by blowing up abusive bruisers, but that doesn't solve everything. And I was getting there, I think. Building up the Rooks, figuring out how to empower and protect those that'd fallen through society's cracks, and now we're here. Suppose I'm to find a new purpose, a new way to live. Which, fine. I just thought I'd figured it out and it didn't amount to much.
2008? So you feel as if you've skipped generations as well.