Arno: Can’t I go with you, Father?

Charles: Courage, my boy.

Charles: You wait just here.

I will return when this hand reaches the top.

Arno: That’s forever!

Charles: Not as long as all that. And when I get back, we’ll see the fireworks.

And Arno? No ‘exploring,’ hmm?

Arno: Yes, Father.

Charles: You! You’re the traitor.

Shay: I’m just finishing old business.

Charles: Old… Connor and his Assassins… The American Revolution undid your Templar business.

Shay: Then perhaps we shall start a revolution of our own.