Tag: Templar

Connor: I ask again: where are the supplies?

Church: On the island yonder, awaiting pickup. But you’ve no right to it. It isn’t yours.

Connor: No, not mine. Those supplies are meant for men and women who believe in something bigger than themselves. Who fight and die that one day they might be free from tyranny such as yours.

Church: Are these the same men and women who fight with muskets forged from British steel? Who bind their wounds with bandages sewn by British hands? How convenient for them. We do the work. They reap the rewards.

Connor: You spin a story to excuse your crimes. As though you’re the innocent one and they the thieves.

Church: It’s all a matter of perspective. There is no single path through life that’s right and fair and does no harm. Do you truly think the Crown has no cause? No right to feel betrayed? You should know better than this, dedicated as you are to fighting Templars – who themselves see their work as just. Think on that the next time you insist your work alone befits the greater good. Your enemy would beg to differ – and would not be without cause.

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((Such an awkward pose to die in. Like “Draw me like one of your French girls” pose awkward…))

Connor: (Your words may have been sincere, but that does not make them true.)

Benjamin Church
☼ 24 August 1734
† 7 March 1778

Johnson: Ah, no. What have you done?

Connor: Ensured an end to your schemes. You sought to claim these lands for the Templars…

Johnson: Aye. That we might PROTECT them! Do you think good King George lies awake at night hoping that no harm comes to his native subjects? Or that the people of the city care one whit about them? Oh, sure, the colonists are happy to trade when they need food or shelter or a bit of extra padding for their armies. But when the walls of the city constrict – when there’s crops that need soil – when there’s… when there’s no more enemy to fight – we’ll see how kind the people are then.

Connor: The colonists have no quarrel with the Iroquois.

Johnson: Not yet. But they will. ‘Tis the way of the world. In time, they’ll turn. I… I could have stopped it. I could have saved you all…

Connor: You speak of salvation, but you were killing them.

Johnson: Aye. Because they would not listen! And so, it seems, neither will you…

Connor: (May the Faceless One grant you the peace you claimed to seek.)

I find the final moments of the Templars in AC3 saddening for some reason…

For the vast majority of humankind, life is an ordeal to be suffered.

One painful failure after another, followed, mercifully, by death.

Mortgages, car payments, waiting lists, bills. Most are kept far too busy to look at the big picture.

But not you. From now on, you will be at the front of every list. Transportation, maids, cooks will all be provided.

Vacation homes, tranquility and privacy will surround you. Your children will attend the best schools, and your parents will be cared for.

Any woman, or man, you desire will be yours. For most, life is an unwinnable game.

The Order of the Knight’s Templar welcomes you. After all, we engineered it that way.

– Warren Vidic

Hickey: Dammit. I thought I’d at least live to see another day. Shame.

Connor: I want answers. Why did Johnson try and buy my people’s land? Why was Pitcairn targeting Adams and Hancock? What purpose would Washington’s murder have served? Why does your order support the British?

Hickey: How should I know? The Templars. Lee. The big man, Haytham. They ‘as the money. They ‘as the power. That’s the reason I threw in with ’em. That’s the ONLY reason. Sure, they ‘ave some sort of vision, for the future too. I didn’t give a damn about any of that. They can sing their songs about mankind and it’s troubles. They can make their plans and spring their traps, don’t bother me none. They paid me so I said yes. Didn’t bother to ask who or how or why. Didn’t care.

Connor: You chose to side with men who would rob us of our humanity simply because it was more profitable?

Hickey: Wot else is there? I’m not some blind fool who’d give up all I’ve got on principle. What IS principle anyway? Can ya bring it to the bank?

Don’t look at me like that. We’re different, you and I! You’re just some blind fool who’s always chasin’ butterflies. Where as I’m the type of guy who likes to have a beer in one hand and a titty in the other. Thing is, boy, I can have what I seek. Had it, even. You? Your hands will always be empty.

The Merchant: What…What have I done…

Ezio: You tried to force devotion.

The Merchant: Sometimes the people must be told what to think.

Ezio: No good has ever come of that. Benché il mio cuore sia turbato, la mia mente è lucida… (Though my heart may be tormented, my head is clear…) Requiescat in pace. (Rest in peace.)