paradisa | eleventh. written.

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connor (ratonhnhaké:ton)

eleventh. written.

Today I have been in this place for a year. There is still much I do not understand about its ways as well as the ways of the people who live here, including all of you. There are times where I think I am adjusting, where I think I am understanding, but then something happens and it is clear that I am not.

I am not sure if I will ever understand.

[friends + Assassins]
There is a man here now by the name of Haytham Kenway. Treat him as genially as you like, but I warn you not to trust him. - Connor

[Assassins + Maria Thorpe - Edward Kenway]
He is a Templar. I do not ask for favours lightly, but I will ask you this: Do not kill him for this fact only; there is no point in this world. - Connor

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How dare you tell me what I am sympathetic to? I do not give a shit about the ridiculous squabble between your two little groups. I am sympathetic to money, I am sympathetic to people I like, I am sympathetic to myself. I do not believe in politics anymore, and no fucking child is going to tell me I am just because he thinks he knows everything about the world.

So shut your fucking mouth, Connor, and learn respect before you speak to me again. Maybe talk to some of the other Assassins and ask them what they think about me, before you decide you know where my sympathies lie.

[Whoa what the fuck??]

Do not speak to me that way. I tell you he ordered my village burned and you say 'oh,' as if it is meaningless. He is why my mother is dead.

You offer no proof! You are just a smaller Ezio, blaming all your problems on a boogeyman with a name you cling to -- Rodrigo Borgia, Haytham Kenway, it is all the same! Besides, what do you expect me to do, sob? I am from two-hundred years after you, and the other side of the world. It is sad that you lost your village and your mother, but I will not beat my chest and wail for you. If he truly did as you say, kill him. But do not demand that others follow your wishes until you can give them some reason to do so.

I do not blame him for anything but that which he is to blame. I am no Ezio; I do not seek revenge. I only wish to warn the people here I care about of a dangerous man, but it seems your 'sympathy' does not extend to me.

What, because I want to know why instead of blindly following orders? Because I take offense at being told what I believe in? Because I know there is more to people than just some label slapped across their forehead by their own opposition? Assassins are all about free will, and guess what, Connor? I have my own, too. I am entitled to ask questions, whether you like them or not. I have the choice to figure out for myself who I think is wrong or bad. I will protect you and your sassy mouth to the end of the world, but I will not do as you say simply to satisfy you.

You all but told me you believe in the same ideals as Templars!

When! What the hell are you talking about?!

When the -- castle brought us to Ezio's city. Firenze. It was the first time that we met, when you were stuck on the roof.

What? When... for god's sake, do you not know what playing devil's advocate is?

[What?] I am not a Christian.

Neither am I. It is just a term, it has nothing to do with Christianity.

Is the devil not a Christian demon?

"Devil" is not necessarily the same as "Satan". A devil is just an evil spirit, and playing devil's advocate just means you are debating the opposing viewpoint to see how solid an argument is.

[That's what a demon is!!! Words are hard.]

Oh... but why?

Because that is just something you do when discussing these kinds of things.

Oh.

[Welp...]

Alright.

I think you owe me an apology.

[Jeez..... when are people going to quit treating him like a kid, for real...

He rolls his eyes, thankful that she can't see.]

I misunderstood your meaning previously, and I am sorry this has coloured my opinion of you incorrectly. I am perhaps somewhat on edge at the moment, and I apologise.

[Nah, she'd say the same thing to any adult around here. Her tank of a husband included.]

I forgive you, then.

Alright.

[He feels like she should also apologise to him for being so rude, but he's not going to push his luck.]

Um... so you will be cautious around him? Haytham.

I suppose. As cautious as I am around anyone I have heard bad things about.

And how cautious is that?

Cautious enough. Do not be nosy.

I am serious about this.

As am I. I am more than twice your age, and infinitely more experienced in matters of politics and life and death. I can fend for myself, Connor.

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