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Achilles: Welcome back. And how was Martinique?

Connor: Achilles… I… I owe you an apology… It was wrong of me to say the things I did…

Achilles: Your words were harsh, Connor, but there was also truth there. I failed the Order. Allowed the Templars to take control…

Connor: But now their hold is weakened, which makes me believe there’s a chance for peace. Imagine what might be accomplished if we were to unite.

Achilles: Why the change of heart? Where is this coming from? You’ve met your father, haven’t you.

Connor: I do not claim to trust the man – or even like him. But I would be remiss to ignore this opportunity.

Achilles: Haytham may listen. But will he understand? And even if he does, will he agree?

Connor: Even he must admit that we achieve more together than we do alone.

Achilles: I assume you’re off to find him?

Connor: Yes. I ride for New York to see what might be done.

Welcome to Animus Omega, Abstergo Entertainment’s proprietary Ancestral Memory Research tool.

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns about how to operate your Animus console, please contact your Project Supervisor, MELANIE LEMAY.

You have been registered as part of the SAMPLE 17 project. Your primary research target is EDWARD JAMES KENWAY. BORN MARCH 10, 1693. SWANSEA, WALES.

Calibrations complete. All signs normal, all systems optimal. Extra-neural Transmitters activated.

Faulkner: I forgot how a good sea battle could get my blood flowing! Sail around attacking ships. That’s the life!

Ratonhnhaké:ton: I know that feeling. It seems to run in my family.

Faulkner: Your father was a seafarer, then?

Ratonhnhaké:ton: My grandfather, Edward. He sailed with a rough crew, or so I am told.

Faulkner: For the king?

Ratonhnhaké:ton: For himself. But that is a long tale for another day, Mister Faulkner.

Edward: You walked me Blind and Backwards into this Mess, Kidd! Who the hell was that Jester back there?

Kidd: Ah Tabai, an Assassin. And my Mentor.

Edward: So you’re all part of some daffy Religion?

Kidd: We’re Assassins and we follow a Creed, aye. But it does not command us to act or submit… only to be wise.

Edward: Oh do tell. I’d love to hear it.

Kidd: ‘Nothing is true, Everything is permitted.’ This is the world’s only Certainty.

Edward: ‘Everything is permitted?’ I like the Sound of that. Thinking what I like, and acting how I please.

Kidd: You parrot the Words… but you do not understand them.

Edward: Don’t get haughty with me, Kidd. I followed you as a Friend, and you tricked me.

Kidd: I saved your Skin bringing you Here, Man. These Men wanted you dead for what you did in Havana. I talked ’em out of it.

Edward: Well cheers for that.

Kidd: Aye. Cheers.

Kidd: Concentrate and focus all your Senses. Look past Shadow and sound, deep into Matter, until you see and hear a kind of Shimmering.

Edward: A Shimmering.

Kidd: You understand?

Edward: I think so. I’ve seen its like before. Glowing like moonlight on the Ocean.

Ah! Right. I know this Feeling. I have since I was a Lad. It’s like using every Sense at once, isn’t it? To see Sounds and hear Shapes. Quite a Combination.

Kidd: Every Man and Woman on this Earth has in them a kind of Intuition hidden deep away.

Edward: I’ve had this Sense most of my Life… only I thought it was related in some way to my Dreaming, or the like.

Kidd: Most never find it. Others it takes Years to tease out. But for a rare Few it comes as natural as Breathing. What you feel is the light of Life. Of living things Past and Present. The Residue of Vitality, come and gone. Any man’s Senses can be tuned well past what he’s born with. If he tries.