Leaving home was harder than I thought. I expected the journey would fill me with a sort of pride. A sense of accomplishment. But whatever it was that carried me away from home soon fled, replaced by questions – and no small amount of doubt. Had I been too hasty? Had I made a mistake? The others in the village – they thought this was something I wanted. Something I chose to do. But it never felt that way to me. No. It was not a choice. It was an obligation. Because if not me, then who?
– Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton