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Son...

You think me so soft, that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long have you sit on this information, or am I to believe you discovered it now?My mothers blood may stain another hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does he does by your command! A warning to you both; choose to follow me, or oppose me, and I will kill you.

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Unsheathing his sword, Haytham readied himself for an easy win. Connor was clearly in no condition to fight, and this time, he would teach his boy a thing or two about arrogance. He had sent Lee away to safety, to hide until his position could be restored. Now to just deal with this thorn in his side, his own son who had undone decades of careful planning, now stumbled foolishly before him, quickly losing blood and utterly dazed. His plan was simple; kill Connor.

Thrusting his sword forward, Haytham dove at Connor. Despite being wounded, by luck Connor managed to sidestep quickly enough to dig his dagger into Haytham's forearm. Gritting his teeth, Haytham took a step back, trying to regain his stance.

"GIVE ME LEE!" roared Connor.

Ever the same. So black and white in his ideals. This foolish boy would never get close enough to lay a hand on Lee, much less kill him. Haytham stepped forward and made a upward slash, staining Connor robes with blood. Connor hissed in pain, blocking the next blow and pushed Haytham into a barrel. Leaning over to deliver a finishing blow, Connor stared deep into Haytham's eyes. This man, a Templar, his enemy, his..father, was about to be ended by his hand. For a split second he hesitated, and Haytham quickly retaliated, throwing a hard punch to Connor's jaw, before reaching for his neck to subdue him. But something went wrong. With a click, there was the sound of a hidden blade diving deep into flesh.

Connor's flesh.

Blood immediately gushed though the wound, covering both father and son. Haytham's eyes widened with horror, and Connor clutched at his neck, trying in vain to stop the flow of blood. Falling to the ground with a thud, Connor looked up at his father, eyes filled with pain.

"I hate you." He choked, before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Haytham, frozen in shock, finally snapped back into reality. This cannot be happening.

"No, my son, my son...Connor, Ratonhaketon, please, please no.. He pleaded, gathering his boy in his arms. He's all I have, Connor.."

I loved him. No one could know, because he was an assassin, and I was a Templar. Because he belonged in the forests, and my place was in the cities. But I did, I truly loved him. He is my son, the last little piece of Ziio I have, and I should have been so much more to him. How could I have done this? He's my flesh and blood, and I spilt it so carelessly upon the land. He cannot be gone, my son..he is my son. I might have never been his father, but despite him being my enemy he was my pride! My boy, my last memento of the one woman I loved.

The only two people he had ever loved are now gone, and died despising him. Connor. He knew he had realized it too late, but his son meant the world to him. Even when he opposed him, his heart swelled with pride for the noble young man before him. Ziio. She was the fire, the mystery, the challenge that drew him to her. Yet he left her to die alone, engulfed by flames after a tearful goodbye with her son. For the first time, even Haytham allowed himself to cry. Burying his head into his sons shoulder, he sobbed.

"Even if they're filled with hate, please Connor-"

Open your eyes.

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Son...

You think me so soft, that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long have you sit on this information, or am I to believe you discovered it now?My mothers blood may stain another hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does he does by your command! A warning to you both; choose to follow me, or oppose me, and I will kill you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Unsheathing his sword, Haytham readied himself for an easy win. Connor was clearly in no condition to fight, and this time, he would teach his boy a thing or two about arrogance. He had sent Lee away to safety, to hide until his position could be restored. Now to just deal with this thorn in his side, his own son who had undone decades of careful planning, now stumbled foolishly before him, quickly losing blood and utterly dazed. His plan was simple; kill Connor.

Thrusting his sword forward, Haytham dove at Connor. Despite being wounded, by luck Connor managed to sidestep quickly enough to dig his dagger into Haytham's forearm. Gritting his teeth, Haytham took a step back, trying to regain his stance.

"GIVE ME LEE!" roared Connor.

Ever the same. So black and white in his ideals. This foolish boy would never get close enough to lay a hand on Lee, much less kill him. Haytham stepped forward and made a upward slash, staining Connor robes with blood. Connor hissed in pain, blocking the next blow and pushed Haytham into a barrel. Leaning over to deliver a finishing blow, Connor stared deep into Haytham's eyes. This man, a Templar, his enemy, his..father, was about to be ended by his hand. For a split second he hesitated, and Haytham quickly retaliated, throwing a hard punch to Connor's jaw, before reaching for his neck to subdue him. But something went wrong. With a click, there was the sound of a hidden blade diving deep into flesh.

Connor's flesh.

Blood immediately gushed though the wound, covering both father and son. Haytham's eyes widened with horror, and Connor clutched at his neck, trying in vain to stop the flow of blood. Falling to the ground with a thud, Connor looked up at his father, eyes filled with pain.

"I hate you." He choked, before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Haytham, frozen in shock, finally snapped back into reality. This cannot be happening.

"No, my son, my son...Connor, Ratonhaketon, please, please no.. He pleaded, gathering his boy in his arms. He's all I have, Connor.."

I loved him. No one could know, because he was an assassin, and I was a Templar. Because he belonged in the forests, and my place was in the cities. But I did, I truly loved him. He is my son, the last little piece of Ziio I have, and I should have been so much more to him. How could I have done this? He's my flesh and blood, and I spilt it so carelessly upon the land. He cannot be gone, my son..he is my son. I might have never been his father, but despite him being my enemy he was my pride! My boy, my last memento of the one woman I loved.

The only two people he had ever loved are now gone, and died despising him. Connor. He knew he had realized it too late, but his son meant the world to him. Even when he opposed him, his heart swelled with pride for the noble young man before him. Ziio. She was the fire, the mystery, the challenge that drew him to her. Yet he left her to die alone, engulfed by flames after a tearful goodbye with her son. For the first time, even Haytham allowed himself to cry. Burying his head into his sons shoulder, he sobbed.

"Even if they're filled with hate, please Connor-"

Open your eyes.