We gather today to remember a man of peerless vision, who sought to change the world. And change the world he did. Look around. Even now the British prepare to retreat – their spirits broken – their forces splintered. The Patriot leadership shall soon follow – either into our service or into the ground. And then, my friends, all of this will finally be ours!
We have Haytham to thanks for this. He and all those others who sacrificed for our cause. But he was not content merely to save the people of America. No – he sought to save those sworn to our destruction. He sought to save the Assassins!
Aye. It seems a mad thing, now. And it cost him his life. The Assassins are a cruel and terrible coven. They speak only the language of death. Too late he learned the truth of this – murdered by his own son. He gave his life as he lived it – in service to a dream we all share. And so we must fight on! We will vanquish our enemies. We will spread our word! And in time, my brothers and sisters, in time we will have our New World.
Charles: I could snap your neck, you know. A little more pressure and POP! The sad little flame of your life extinguished.
You are a nothing. A speck of dust. You – and all your ilk. Living in the dirt like animals, oblivious to the true ways of the world. The wiser among you recognize the shape of the future. They throw themselves at our feet and beg mercy.
But not you, it seems. No… You cling desperately to your ways. Too ignorant to know your folly.
But I am not unkind.
And so I spare you, that you may carry word to your people. Let them know the sooner we are given what we seek, the sooner you can return to your pathetic, empty lives. A fair trade, is it not?
Ratonhnhaké:ton: What… is your… name?
Charles: Charles Lee. Why do you ask?
Ratonhnhaké:ton: So I can… find you.
Charles: I look forward to it.
Charles: Why do you persist…? You put us down. We rise again. You end one plot – we forge another. You try so hard… But it always ends the same… Those who know you think you mad and this is why… Even those men you sought to save have turned their backs on you. Yet you fight. You resist. Why?
Connor: Because no one else will.
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!
“He will wait. He will watch. And then – when he’s seen all his life’s work brought to ruin…Only then will I allow him to die. Take him away.” – Charles Lee
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