Shay: Forgive me, Adéwalé.

Adéwalé: You dare beg forgiveness, child? Hell welcomes traitors like you.

Shay: Then I go there proudly, knowing I have done right.

Adéwalé: It does not matter… Achilles already has what he needs.

Shay: I will kill every last man who defends him, if I must. I cannot let him succeed.

Adéwalé: You… have become… a monster, Shay.

Shay: Perhaps I have.

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I reach the end of the trail. The air is still and I am a hunter.

The hunt has led me to the forgotten edges of this world.

Seasons pass, drawing me deeper into the darkness, where I have found the truth: That my redemption is found in ashes – That I must burn away the past to set things right.

Once an Assassin, now their pursuer.

The air still and I am a hunter.

Hope: You’re late, again, Shay…

Shay: Hope,

I didn’t want to do this.

Hope: I TRAINED you to do this. I expected nothing less.

Shay: Then why–

Hope: To give Liam time to leave… Soon, Chevalier will be on his way to the Precursor site…

Shay: I will stop him.

Hope: He will see you coming.

Pity…

You had so much potential…

Uphold the principles of our order and all that which we stand.

Never share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work.

Do so until death – whatever the cost.

This is my new creed.

I am Shay Patrick Cormac, Templar of the Colonial… of the American rite.

I am an older man now, and perhaps wiser. A war and a revolution have ended, and another is about to begin.

May the Father of Understanding guide us all.