Haytham: Shay, although our search for Precursor sites is at an end, I want that Box. You will find it for the Templar Order, and for me.
Shay: It could be anywhere in the world by now… It may take years to find it.
Haytham: It may take you a lifetime. Are you up for the challenge?
Good.
Happy birthday Shay Patrick Cormac! ☼12 September 1731 † ?
Connor: Sir.
Washington: Hello, Connor. What brings you here?
Connor: The British have recalled their men in Philadelphia. They march for New York.
Washington: Very well. I’ll move our forces to Monmouth. If we can rout them, we’ll have finally turned the tide.
Haytham: And what’s this?
Washington: Private correspondence!
Haytham: Of course it is. Would you like to know what it says, Connor? It seems your good friend here has just ordered an attack on your village.
Although attack might be putting it mildly. Tell him, Commander.
Washington: We’ve been receiving reports of allied natives working with the British. I’ve asked my men to put a stop to it.
Haytham: By burning their villages, and salting the land. By calling for their extermination, according to this letter. Not the first time either. Tell him what you did fourteen years ago.
Washington: That was another time. The Seven Years’ War.
Haytham: And so now you see what happens to this ‘great man’ when under duress. He makes excuses, displaces blame. Does a great many things, in fact – except take responsibility.
Connor: Who did what and why must wait. My people come first.
Haytham: Then let’s be off.
Connor: No. You and I are finished.
Connor: Do you think me so soft that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long did you sit on this information? Or am I to believe you discovered it now? My mother’s blood may stain another’s hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does, he does by your command.
choose to follow me or oppose me and I will kill you.
Haytham: Do you swear to uphold the principles of our order and all that for which we stand?
Shay: I do.
Haytham: And never to share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work?
Shay: I do.
Haytham: And to do so from now until death – whatever the cost?
Shay: I do.
Haytham: Then we welcome you into our fold, brother. You are now a Templar, harbinger of a New World. May the Father of Understanding guide us.
May the Father of Understanding guide us.
Connor: What is it the Templars truly seek?
Haytham: Order. Purpose. Direction. No more than that. It’s your lot that means to confound with this nonsense talk of freedom. Time was, the Assassins professed a far more sensible goal, that of peace.
Connor: Freedom IS peace.
Haytham: Oh, no. It’s an invitation to chaos. Only look at this little revolution your friends have started. I have stood before the Continental Congress and listened to them stamp and shout. All in the name of liberty. But it is just noise.
Connor: And this is why you favor Lee?
Haytham: He understands the needs of this would-be nation far better than the jobbernowls who profess to represent it.
Connor: It seems your tongue has tasted sour grapes. The people have made their choice – and it was Washington.
Haytham: The people chose nothing. It was done by a group of privileged cowards seeking only to enrich themselves. They convened in private and made a decision that would benefit THEM. Oh, they might have dressed it up with pretty words, but that does not make it true. The only difference, Connor – the ONLY difference between myself and those you aid – is that I do not feign affection.
Haytham: Once you’ve dealt with these louts, meet me in New York.
Connor: What? You mean to just leave? Now?
Haytham: If you can’t handle a couple of mercenaries, then we’ve really no business working together.
Connor: Unbelievable…
Adéwalé: I served with your father, Haytham. He would be ashamed to see what you have become.
Haytham: Really? I wasn’t aware my father had a sense of shame.
Adéwalé: Do not speak ill of your father, boy! If you become half the man he was, it will be a blessing.
Haytham: Blessing or curse, I am my own man.
“The love I felt for Father constantly threatened to engulf me with its sheer magnitude; I didn’t just love him, I idolized him. At times it was as if the two of us shared a knowledge that was secret from the rest of the world.” – Haytham Kenway, December 8, 1735 (Assassin’s Creed Forsaken)
(I could probably find several more of these instances if I wasn’t so animus about this book.)
Hickey: Thank you kindly for the rescue, gents.
Haytham: There can be no further mistakes, Thomas. Am I understood?
Hickey: Wot about the Assassin?
E’s here. They put ‘im in the cell next to mine. Guess we didn’t quite get ’em all, eh?
Haytham: Deal with this, Charles.
Lee: At once, sir.
Hickey: Wot are we gonna do?
Lee: You’re that boy from the Continental Congress. Adams’ little lap dog. Hmmm, I think I have an idea… Yes. Two birds with one stone.
Hickey: Do tell.
Lee: All in good time. It’s not like the Assassin’s going anywhere. For now we should see about getting you better accommodations here.
Hickey: What are you on about? I thought I was gettin’ out.
Lee: I’m afraid you won’t be leaving for a while, thanks to Benjamin Tallmadge. He’s been running his mouth, saying all sorts of things. You’re being investigated for plotting to assassinate George Washington.
Hickey: What a bunch of bollocks! I thought you was gonna handle that.
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