Kaniehtí:io: It tells the story of Iottsitíson, who came into their world and shaped it for what life might come. She had a hard journey, fraught with great loss and peril. But she believed in her children and what they might achieve. And though she is long gone from the physical world – her eyes still watch over us. Her ears still hear our words. Her hands still guide us. And her love still gives us strength.

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Haytham: You have shown me great kindness, Ziio. Thank you.

I… I should go.

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Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

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Haytham: Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong. I will not weep and wonder what might have been. I’m sure you understand. Still, I’m proud of you in a way. You have shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities…

I should have killed you long ago.

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Connor: Ó:nen ki’ wáhi Raké:ni. (Goodbye, father.)

Connor: Must be strange for you, discovering my existence as you have.

Haytham: I’m actually curious to know what your mother might have said about me. I always wondered what life might have been like had she and I stayed together. How is she, by the way?

Connor: Dead. Murdered.

Haytham: What? I am sorry to hear that.

Connor: Oh, you’re sorry? I found my mother burning alive. I’ll never forget her face as she sent me away. Charles Lee is responsible for her death by your order. And you’re sorry?

Haytham: That’s impossible. I gave no such order. I spoke the opposite, in fact – I told them to give up the search for the Precursor Site. We were to focus on more practical pursuits…

Connor: It is done and I am all out of forgiveness.

Kaniehtí:io: Are you touched in the head?

Haytham: Me. Haytham. I come in peace.

Kaniehtí:io: Why are you speaking so slow?

Haytham: Oh, sorry.

Kaniehtí:io: What do you want?

Haytham: Well, your name for one.

Kaniehtí:io: I am Kaniehtí:io.

Haytham: Pleased to meet you, godz-zio?

Kaniehtí:io: Just call me Ziio.

Haytham: Diio?

Kaniehtí:io: Ziio.

Haytham: Ziio.