Haytham Kenway Needs No Creed. (nocreed) wrote in angelnet, @ 2017-02-19 00:55:00 |
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You won't believe who I just finished speaking with, after a long, long night on a ship sailing through the world's most amazing seas. I've never found the peace that he does on a ship, nor that of my son, Connor, but there IS something comforting in being with one's father once again, looking at the stars dotting a dark blue sky and speaking of anything and everything that's come to pass since you last knew each other.
I was ten years old then and now I am fifty six years old, and dead, as he died when he fought to save our family and I could not help him because I was so small, before the long years of work and deception and choices came both to inspire and to haunt me.
Before my sin came to doom us all.
He looks the same way that he always does, in my memory, my father, my hero, and, for all that I feared that he would hate me, we spent the night and early into the morning talking of anything and everything, particularly my choices, and my allegiances to the Templar Order over Father's Assassin Brotherhood and I thought, surely, towards the end, when he learned of my sister, and of my son and everything that I've done wrong, that he would hate me now, that things could never have been what they were, but he surprised me.
Instead of looking at me with hate in his eyes, or even that terrible look of shock the last time that I saw him as a child, his eyes were warm, he pulled me into his arms, embraced me and he said the words that perhaps, I needed most to hear.
He said that he was proud of me, both as a boy and of the fine man I'd become.
I needed that, and him, far more than I can say, and he's not gone anywhere yet.
I think the next few days will be amazing.