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Oh now and I suppose you're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you?
[ Not amused right now. ]
I've no time for this nonsense and neither do you. So let me be, then. Go on. Shoo.
[ Not amused right now. ]
I've no time for this nonsense and neither do you. So let me be, then. Go on. Shoo.
sorry for the delay :cc and the word vomit.
[ 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?no worries! on either count <3
[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.
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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. ]
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[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.
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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.
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[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.]