dear_mun | w e l p.

Mundanes do not listen. They do only as they please.

[ a nod, which serves as his only form of acknowledgement for the moment, as his hands neatly fold behind his back. ]

So it would appear. Not unlike anyone I've known, then. [ somehow, he still manages to sound patronizing, even now. even here. missed your dad, son? ]

[Connor's reaction is only to give his father a flat look. If he missed him before, he certainly takes that back now he's reminded just how much he dislikes the man.]

I have listened much to you, Father. And still you continue to convince me of very little.

[ haytham supposes he does care, in his special, certain way, though he doubts it would ever go to the point of missing him. he's never had much of a hand at all this bonding nonsense anyway.

still, he tries to reach out. though again, not in any obvious ways, and evidently in none that work. and he will continue to try and make connor see sense, see the faults in his idealistic ~~unrealistic~~ ways. ]

No, son. You hear, but you refuse to listen. The two are not the same.

I have listened. To you, and to those of your men who are now silent. And for all that you talk of your goals, I cannot agree with them -- or with your methods.

[ he's sighing, shaking his head; a subtle motion, but one that definitely lets on to his waning patience. ] Our goals -

This freedom you crave so badly will only bring about more disorder. [ there's something wry in his voice, even if it doesn't reach the corners of his lips. ] My methods? Well now, and I suppose yours are entirely agreeable.

I do not take lives when there is no need. I do not associate with monsters like Charles Lee. I do not deceive and manipulate those I would call my allies.

[He's all but squaring up to Haytham, staring him straight in the eye. He's still sore over their last parting at Washington's camp, and he's not about to let Haytham forget it. Washington betrayed him, yes, but so did Haytham, in withholding information from him for so long. If it weren't for that, and for the workings of Charles Lee, his village would not have almost been dragged into war. Kanen'tó:kon would not have been twisted against him.]

Answer me this: what do you think your idea of order will be worth if you come to the Havens? That realm belongs to the dragons, and it is theirs to control. We'll see how much you sneer at the idea of freedom for humanity then, Father.

And what of those you ally with, Connor? Tell me, how forthcoming was Washington with you, mm?

[ Deception and manipulation were just means to an end. They were tools, and Haytham clearly had no qualms using them. He didn't deny that; he saw no need for it, for it was true.

His son's advance doesn't faze him, really. Only makes his shoulders square and his spine stack straight as he manages to peer down at him even in such close proximity.

He hadn't lied to him though, not in his reaction to the discovery of Ziio's death. It was a shock - otherwise he would've controlled his small outburst better - but it was also done. There was little point in lingering on it, even if he himself thought it tragic. He wanted Connor to see the error of his ways, but it was becoming clearer that that was a fruitless intention.

Maybe he should've just killed him.

But he didn't; he claimed it to be curiosity, and for the most part, it was. Besides, it was easier than claiming any sort of brief flickers of weakness. So instead, he continues preaching.

His eyes narrow though, stare sharp and cutting. ] Oh, I'd much better like to hear what you think would happen once your erroneous freedom is attained. [ He's canting his head lightly, and the corners of his eyes crease just a fraction; it's a look of feigned, patronizing endearment. Like talking to a child that has missed the explained point entirely.

As far as Haytham's concerned, that's exactly what you are. ] Well, I'm certainly not well-versed in draconic politics [ ~~s a s s~~ ] But do you mean to tell me that those creatures have no form of order then? No system?

Washington is not my ally. Not now.

[This is one of those instances where Connor will freely admit Haytham was right. He was right, but at the same time it was a knife to the back, given how long Haytham had sat on his information to drop it on Connor at the time he thought he could gain most from it.

He lifts his chin defiantly, giving Haytham a hard stare. He's used to being patronised by now, and getting irritated over it is just giving his father the reaction he wants.]

They have their system, even if their motives and actions can be impossible to predict. They decide who or what is allowed to be "saved". Humans are free to govern themselves, but are still ultimately answerable to the influence of the dragons. They are the real keepers of order.

[Or jailors, as Connor sees them. Whether their intentions are good or bad, that doesn't change it.]

So where does that leave you and your vision for your so-called perfect world? The dragons have already created what they believe to be theirs. There is no room for your cause as well.

Ah. [ And it's said with a tinge of satisfaction because he might have lost whatever brittle truce he had with you, Connor, but in doing so, he also rid Washington - that fool - of your allegiance.

Oh, Haytham might, might be just slightly impressed by the backbone you possess Connor, but you are as foolish as you are heroic.

Besides, realize it or not, you gave him an answer he wanted to hear. How smug his face turns now, and he echoes one word. ] Order, Connor. You say they keep order. [ what sounds perfect what are you on about. ]

[ His eyes narrow, challenging. Always challenging. ] Have you organized a little revolution there, too, then? Cried for an uprising against such oppression, in the name of your freedom?

[ His tone drops then; calm on the surface, at least, but brewing frustration beneath.] I never claimed to bare visions of perfect worlds, son. I have no such illusion. [ No. Not with all that he has lost. ] We aim to make it better, to bring peace. Stability. But it's too clear any of my claims fall on deaf ears. [ y u so frustrating stop being a butt. ]

[ He almost sneers, turns away with hands clasped behind his back, paces once. ] Let them have their beliefs. The Templar's goals are not to change worlds of some mythical creatures.

[ And he will keep his beliefs. And not abide to theirs. ]

You talk as though the revolution in the colonies was somehow all my doing. If there is an uprising in the Havens, it will take more than just a single man to incite it, just the same.

[And Connor is no leader, not in that sense. That isn't how the Assassins work.

He watches Haytham pace away, and, surprisingly, what Haytham says next is what Connor wants to hear. He doesn't want to change any other world? Then there's no reason for them to fight. Their ideals might still be split, but it holds less importance in a place where Haytham is disinterested in implementing his.]

Perhaps you misunderstand my intentions. All I want is to find a way to return home to my people, and if they so wish it, ensure others are returned home to theirs. If the dragons truly are peaceful, there does not have to be any conflict.

[ Alright, he'll give you that one. Though in his eyes, you do play a big part, though, don't you? Cutting off the Templar's eyes and ears.

He's shrugging though. ] Yet perhaps you underestimate the power single men can have. If there is a fuse, it can often only take one to ignite it.

[ Disinterested, though? Maybe. A little, at least. He's curious - perhaps such creatures still can be reasoned thing, and his ideals shared? But it would be more a question of self-preservation for now, because even he would consider it twice before arguing with a dragon. Legends, and all.

Though he is sure Reginald would have wanted the Templars to pursue other worlds, too. But he couldn't give two damns about what Reginald thought, really. ] That begs the question of why they would bring any of you there at all, if only to take you back when you ask.

The revolution has been all the doing of the people. If I have aided them, it is only in small ways. [He's far too humble to play up his actions, even if he recognises his necessary part in them. And it's part of why he's so frustrated to be taken from his home before his work could be finished.] I have asked, and was told it was not possible. And yet sometimes they return people as they choose, so there must be a way.

[Dragon thinking. It completely baffles.]

And if they will not return me, I will find my own way, without their help. [He is needed at home, so simple Connor logic dictates that this has to be done, mythical beasts or no. He will find a way.]

Unfortunately, mundanes tend to be a stubborn lot, sir. They rarely listen no matter how much we shoo them.

Charles. [ Ah, you're here too.

Good. ] A lesson quickly learned, I image.

Master Kenway. [ he offers a small smile and bows his head respectfully. ]

That it was, though I admit I still maintain the stubborn hope that my own mundane will tire of me soon so that I might be spared from her antics.

[ always a pleasure. ]

Best of luck to you, then. [ But he can't help a small frown that creases a single corner of his mouth. ] Convincing them to cease only encourages the opposite, it seems. [ More stubborn than Connor, really. Jesus. ]

[ A sigh. ] Mine only seems to be getting warmed up.

Is your scribe sending you there too, dh'oine?

Dh'oine? [ what did you just

call him. ]

[ a beat. ] Yes. It would appear to be a thought entertained. [ h a h. ] At my expense, no less.

Indeed. My scribe has already placed me within the dragon world. Much to his enjoyment. [He rolled his eyes.]

Dh'oine. It means humans. In your tongue.

And an inconvenience for you, I'm sure. [ ah, right, dragons. surprisingly (or not), he's more concerned about the fact that his son is there than that there are dragons flying about.

yet again, he's always had unique priorities. a raise of a brow under the rim of his hat. ] And you are not one.

[ ah. ear, and all. though that really begs the question: ] What, then?

It can be. [Damn inconvenience.]

I am grateful I was not born a dh'oine. Iorveth. I am leader of the scoia'tael. Elven bandits in your tongue.

Oh yes, that would've been terrible. [ excuse him, he's a human :| and he likes it. and he sees nothing wrong with it. ]

[ Dryly: ] Mm. Fascinating. And what does your merry band fight for?

We are not a merry band. [His tone was dry.]

Myself and my kin fight for freedom against humans who enslave us. Drive us out of our homes.

The extent of their narcissism knows no bounds, I am afraid. We move from one Tyrant to another.

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oh hullo

so excite for haytham you don't even know

weeps i'm way too excite for all of this ok adkjfh

horrible trainwreck family stop

this will never stop tho lets be serious

sobs

sorry for the delay :cc and the word vomit.

no worries! on either count <3

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apologies for the delay D:

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oh my i never see witcher characters around o: this is exciting

Re: Hehe yep :d

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late, sorry!!

Re: late, sorry!!

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