“So here we are, face to face at last, my friend. It’s been quite an adventure – let me tell you – working my way through your nasty little tricks and traps. Clever. Some of them, anyway. I’ll give you credit for that. And for the quietude with which you pulled it off. We had a DREAM, Benjamin! A dream you sought to DESTROY! And for that, my fallen friend, you will be made to pay.” – Haytham Kenway
“Even when your kind appears to triumph… Still we rise again. And do you know why? It is because the Order is born of a REALIZATION. We require no creed. No indoctrination by desperate old men. All we need is that the world be as it is. And THIS is why the Templars will never be destroyed!” – Haytham Kenway
“We’re cruel and desperate creatures, set in our conquering ways. The Saxons and the Franks. The Ottomans and Safavids. I could go on for hours. The whole of human history is but a series of conflicts and subjugations. A desire for more, and more, and more.” – Haytham Kenway
“Perception is fundamental to the Order. It guides the feet when running and climbing. Informs the hands when striking and fighting. But most important, it transforms the senses. And we begin to know the world in a different way.” – Haytham Kenway
Edward was one of us, upon a time; I considered him a close friend. He was brave and bold in ways few men are. But everything changed at the siege of Bergen op Zoom.
We had lost the fortress to the French, and were in the midst of egress. There was a skiff hidden at the port that we planned to make our escape. As we drew near, a young man and his family came upon us, begging for safe passage. I consented, but Edward refused. The young man called him craven… so Edward killed him and all the rest… even the children.
To this day, I don’t know why. Was this the first time he struck out? Or had I simply never seen it before? Either way, things were never the same after that.
We campaigned together a few more times, but each outing was more disturbing than the last. He killed and killed: enemy or ally, civilian or soldier, guilty or innocent—it mattered not. If he perceived people to be an obstacle, they died. He maintained that violence was a more efficient solution. It became his mantra.
And it broke my heart.
– Haytham Kenway
Haytham: Evening, gentlemen.
Charles: Charming.
Haytham: Ohh peace, Charles! He’ll grow on you.
Hickey: Oi, Catherine ya fussock! Git back here! Daddy needs a drink!
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