"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
"Let the Father of Understanding guide us".
Assassins and Templars' one-shots.
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Note: This book contains violence, blood, explicit language and be aware...
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"Was she a friend ta ya?", he asks, slurring his words.
He is sitting a few feet from you, leaning from a palm tree, holding a bottle of rum in one hand.
"She wa a sistar", you answer, before you gulp your bottle of rum.
"Explain' a bloody lot".
You were never a fan of drinking if you're honest. That was a pirate thing, and you weren't a pirate. But then, the only family you have ever had dies, her daughter lost and you're alone over again.
You had the Brotherhood, the Creed, and all the good you could do in the world, but what is all worth without Mary sharing the victory with you?
Nah, the answer was no.
"I fuckin' hate this", there is a hint of anger in your voice.
"Wha exactly?"
"All this!", you move your arm, referring to the general picture. The city, the beach, the pirate that was drinking sorrows with you.
Everything.
You stand up, with the help of your palm tree, and then, you throw your bottle until its pieces and then you get your sword and start a duel with the palm tree.
In the beginning, Edward Kenway simply laughs his drunk ass at you, but after a few minutes, when even his drunk mind notices that you aren't fooling around but angrily hitting the palm tree, he tries to stand up to stop you.
He succeeds, after a while.
"Oi, stup it".
"Shut up Kenway! Thi all yar fault! Ya could have saved her!"
Your swings with the sword get sloppier and angrier and so he tries to stop you and it doesn't exactly work until he drags you with him to the sand.
"Hittin' the goddamn palm tree ain't goin' to bring Mary back".
And the sword falls from your hand and then, you start crying because of course he is right.
Mary is gone. She died. She is rotting in hell just like you're going to do in the future.
She is not coming back. And everything that is left is her wishes of doing good and the Brotherhood and the Creed she so wanted you to defend.
But Mary is gone.
Your family is gone. Your mentor is gone, your fellow sister in the Creed, and everything except blood is gone.
Gone.
Gone.
And getting drunk, hitting a palm tree, or blaming the man that at least brought her body back, isn't going to do anything.
Just make your sorrow worse.
"There, there, let it go", he says, patting you softly and kind of sloppily on the arm. "She'll kick our asses if she knew we ar here crying for her".
Your throat does something similar to a snort, but you're not sure.
You're not sure of anything anymore.
Edward tries to take another sip of his bottle, but it comes as empty, so he throws it aside and stays there.
You don't move either.
You simply stay there, looking at the blue sky, with his arm under you, holding you against him, drunk and sorrowful, wasting time and life under the sun, close to the blue Caribbean Sea.
Eventually, your asses fall asleep, until Adéwalé comes and tells you that it's time to come home.
