Desmond's pretty sure that his own words are coming back to bite him-- asking Lucy just how long until he was going to lose it. Something he's honestly afraid of. Afraid of what the cost could be trying to save everyone; afraid of just how long he'd still be himself. Sure, he's gotten used to strange visions even when he's out of the Animus. Flickers, most of the time. Just at the edges of his vision...

But they never actually talked to him directly and it trigger something. It's slight. The way Desmond tilts his head to give Malik a once over, overly familiar, never mind the poor creature that'd been demolished or the lightcycle. It felt like seeing an old friend after a long absence. It left a lump at the back of his throat.

Am I dreaming? Desmond asks himself. Doesn't voice it. He keeps it to himself, with that scar twisting just so when he frowned (also oddly familiar). What he asks instead: "Workshop?"