"Interesting shape. They say a proxy reflects their creator - and judging how your relic adapted to it... I believe that such a statement is the most true when it comes to your ability, Desmond." Just as he says this, a sparrow lands atop Lucien's shoulder smelling of brimstone, with tendons still hanging from beneath its black feathers. "Considering the Infected I inoculated you with was quite powerful, it is most probable that your powers have extended into your proxy," he states as the sparrow flows a faint bioluminescent blue.