Desmond: Are you suggesting that I’m as guilty as the likes of Leon Bronev and Clive Dove? Me, your own uncle?

(10 year old) Alfendi: *Sips his hot chocolate*  Oh, no. I know you’d never unleash the Azran Legacy or squash half of London. 

Desmond: Thank you -

Alfendi: All you did was kidnap most of my aunts, try to destroy Uncle Luke’s hometown, try to bury Monte d’Or in sand and almost kill Dad on several occasions. 

Desmond: But just so we’re clear, I never actually killed anyone -

Alfendi: *Pulling out a police report.* What about Evan Barde?   

Desmond: Ehhh, he accidentally fell off a cliff -

Alfendi: Loosha?

Desmond: …Animals don’t count.

Alfendi: Can you confirm there were no casualties in Monte d’Or?

Desmond: Um… Ask Randall?

Alfendi: Yeah, I’ll be visiting him next!