Adéwalé: You happened here, Edward. The Damage you caused six Years ago has not been undone.
Edward: I’m not an easy Man to call a friend, am I? Is that why you’re here?
Adéwalé: To fight beside a Man so driven by personal Gain and Glory is a hard Thing, Edward. And I have come to feel the Assassins – and their Creed – a more honourable Course. Have I been unfair?
Edward: No. For Years I’ve been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a Tinker’s Curse for those I hurt. Yet here I am… with Riches and Reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left Home. Yet when I turn around, and look at the course I’ve run… here’s not a Man or Woman that I love left standing beside me.
Ah Tabai: There is Time to make Amends, captain Kenway.
Edward: Mary… before she died she asked me to do Good by her. To sort out the Mess I’d made. Can you help me?
Desmond: Have… Have we ever tried to make peace with the Templars?
William: Throughout our history, there have been moments… Several, in fact. But…
It’s impossible. There are… existential differences. Insurmountable. If there were to be unity, it wouldn’t be a truce so much as a submission.
Desmond: But knowing what’s about to happen… Wouldn’t it make sense to try and talk to Vidic? Come to an arrangement? Even if it’s only temporary?
William: We’d all be so busy watching our backs, nothing would be accomplished. Imagine that, we’re more productive at war…
Desmond: Well have we tried… sending in someone? Doing to them what they did to us with Lucy? Or Cross?
William: We have. And it’s never worked. We either sent in people who were either too weak, and found themselves turned – or too strong, and were unable to carry out the charade.
Desmond: I just feel like we all want the same thing.
William: We use the same words, but that’s all they are… words. In the end, it all comes down to freedom. We seek it. They detest it. And so there’s never an end to the fight. Not until one side is completely gone.
Desmond: Is that even possible?
William: Probably not. Our two groups have existed in one form or another since… well… forever. But things can be better than they are. And that’s something.
Edward: You put me on a Spot, Adé. After you leaving me with Roberts, I should have hard Feelings about seeing you here. But mostly, I’m bloody glad.
Adéwalé: Me too, Breddah. And you’ll be chuffed to know your Jackdaw is still in one Piece.
Edward: Shall we set Sail for-
You’re leaving?
Adéwalé: Aye, Edward. For I’ve another Calling elsewhere.
Edward: Adé, listen…
Adéwalé: When your Heart and your Head are ready, visit the Assassins. I think you’ll understand then…
Rebecca: Hey, Desmond. Didn’t Subject Sixteen’s –
Desmond: His name was Clay.
Rebecca: Sorry. Didn’t Clay say Washington was a Templar?
Shaun: No. He indicated that Washington came into contact with an Apple of Eden. But beyond that, it’s all speculation. Furthermore, judging from the portrait referenced by Clay, the event occurred much later in Washington’s life. Perhaps Connor wasn’t even involved. It’s very hard to know for sure. We’ll just have to wait and see what – if anything – happens.
Another artifact?
No.
You will stay here. I have seen enough for one life.
So now they say I am a Yid when will they lern Dear old Boss! You an me know the truth dont we. Lusk can look forever hell never find me but I am rite under his nose all the time. I watch them looking for me an it gives me fits ha ha I love my work an I shant stop until I get buckled and even then watch out for your old pal Jacky.
Catch me if you Can Jack the Ripper
Sorry about the blood still messy from the last one. What a pretty necklace I gave her.
I was not codding dear old Boss when I gave you the tip, you’ll hear about Saucy Jacky’s work tomorrow double event this time number one squealed a bit couldn’t finish straight off. ha not the time to get ears for police.
thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.
Jack the Ripper
“No! No! No! No! This is not how it ends!” – Cesare Borgia
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.