Since there’s a post of AC4 post-credit ending and the beginning of AC3 going around…
Reginald: Evening Haytham.
Haytham: Reginald.
Reginald: I can’t tell you how happy I was to hear they’d mounted this revival. Gay’s best work by far. Have you seen it before?
Haytham: Once. My father brought me here as a child, though I remember little of it. And I don’t suppose tonight will afford me the luxury of a proper viewing either.
Haytham: You act as though you have some right to judge. To declare me and mine wrong for the world. And yet everything I’ve shown you – all I’ve said and done – should CLEARLY demonstrate otherwise. We did not harm your people. We did not support the Crown. We worked to see this land united and at peace. Under our rule all will be equal. Do the Patriots promise the same?
Connor: They offer freedom.
Haytham: Which I’ve told you – time and time again – is dangerous! There will never be consensus, son, among those you have helped to ascend. They will all differ in their views of what it means to be free. The peace you so desperately seek does not exist.
Connor: No. Together they will forge something new – better than what came before.
Haytham: These men are united now by a common cause. But when this battle is finished they will fall to fighting amongst themselves about how best to ensure control. In time it will lead to war. You will see.
Connor: The Patriot leaders do not seek control. There will be no monarch here. The people will have the power – as they should.
Haytham: The people never have the power. Only the illusion of it. And here’s the real secret: they don’t want it. The responsibility is too great to bear. It’s why they’re so quick to fall in line as soon as someone takes charge. They WANT to be told what to do. They YEARN for it. Little wonder, that, since all mankind was BUILT to SERVE.
Connor: So because we are inclined by nature to be controlled, who better than the Templars? It is a poor offer.
Haytham: It is truth! Principle and practice are two very different beasts.
Connor: No, father… You have given up – and would have us all do the same.
The people never have the power. Only the illusion of it. And here’s the real secret: they don’t want it. The responsibility is too great to bear. It’s why they’re so quick to fall in line as soon as someone takes charge. They WANT to be told what to do. They YEARN for it. Little wonder, that, since all mankind was BUILT to SERVE.
– Haytham Kenway
Haytham: Evening Connor. I see you made it here in one piece.
Connor: Recovered from your beating, then?
Redcoat: Oi, where you goin’, cully?
Redcoat: No. The other cock robin.
Haytham: Well, I uh… I WAS leaving.
Redcoat: Oh? And now?
Haytham: Well, now… I’m going to feed you your teeth.
Kaniehtí:io: And you were worried I was going to be the problem.
Haytham: Your death opens a door. It’s nothing personal. Well, maybe it is a LITTLE personal. You’ve been a pain in my arse, after all.
Braddock: But we are brothers in arms.
Haytham: Once, perhaps. No longer. Do you think I’ve forgotten what you did? All those innocents slaughtered. And for what? It does not engender peace to cut your way to resolution.
Braddock: Wrong! Were that we applied the sword more liberally and more often, the world would be a better place than it is today.
Haytham: In this instance, I concur. Farewell, Edward.
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