Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Purely Satirical

III. Reluctant Amends

Author's Note: Surprise! Quick update because I love y'all. ♡

out of all the pieces of literature he chooses not to read, i can somehow imagine a man such as Jacob reading the Shakespearean tragedy Macbeth..? haha i decided to insert the little allusion for fun

Please excuse any mistakes~

Song: 'Yes' by Demi Lovato

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"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another."

III. Reluctant Amends - 1868

"Jacob, we need to talk."

"About my wonderfully planned and executed endeavor?"

"No, it's abou-- wait, what endeavor?"

"Well, let's just say that a good friend of ours-- you know, the owner of a factory-- fell victim to a rather... untimely disease-- a disease I call my 'brandished steel, which smoked with bloody execution.'"

"Ah, so Ferris is dead? Tolerable news, for once. --Oh and please, brother. You've hardly the fortitude of a man such as Macbeth."

'Typical. The one time I actually read something, Evie ignores it,' thought he. He rolled his eyes, rather disheartened that his allusion to such a classical piece was so hastily dismissed.

"Anyhow," said Evie. "I've thought about what you said."

"Oh, so you do listen to what I say... Erhm.. what did I say?"

"The whole deal about [Name]. You said you don't dislike her, yet she has the impression that you do, correct?"

"Yes... Why? Evie, it's nothing to fuss over. As a matter of fact, you're creating a rather awkward conversation."

"Things are only awkward when you make them so. Nevertheless, you caused her much dismay when you boorishly harassed her."

"That's absurd! It was hardly harassment!"

"She looked quite uncomfortable."

"Alright, alright. What would you have me do?"

"As you might not know, [Name] ran into a few Blighters following the 'incident.' Before you say anything-- yes, it is your fault."

"When is it not...?" he mumbled.

"Just go make amends or something! It's such an inconvenience for there to be constant feuds between practically the only Assassins in London!"

"Well, maybe if someone decided to stay back in Croyden and await further order, we wouldn't be the only Assassins in London!"

"Are yo- Are you blaming this on me?! This was both our ideas! George scolded us both!"

He cackled, much to Evie's irritation. "I know, I know. I'll go apologize; just tell me where she is."

"You are unbelievable."

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"The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again. "

The click of your hidden blade retracting into place resonated in the solemn air, along with the drops of crimson blood meeting the antique, wooden floorboards. The room wielded a chilly ambiance, a bit too eerie for your taste. You'd rather not linger in such a place for long.

You knelt down beside your quarry, closing his inanimate eyelids with your gloved hands.

"Requiescat in pace..." you whispered, quoting the infamous words of the renowned Italian Mentor of the 15th century, Ezio Auditore.

Goosebumps quickly formed on your skin as you heard swift movement from behind you. Though it didn't take you long to realize that the man entering was Jacob Frye himself, whose face smacked of determination.

"[Name], can we ta-- Where do you think you're going?!"

"Oh, apologies, Mr. Frye, but I have many more important affairs to attend to."

"Alright, now that's just rude."

The sound of a loud click and sliding metal caused him to flinch. He opened his eyes to find your blood-splattered blade at his neck. "I could be even more rude if I so please, sir." Of course you would never dare to even prick him, but your actions seemed believable.

"Fair enough... Though you should clean your blade."

"Oh, I'm quite aware, Jacob." Red staining a pristine white hankerchief, you wiped off the liquid on your blade, then retracted your blade, continuing to make your way to the exit. Though he beat you there, leaning his back against the wooden door. You rolled your eyes, and folded your arms, hips sassily pointed outward. "This is entirely unnecessary."

"Your blade at my neck was entirely unnecessary."

"The window behind me is open-- you know, the window you used to enter? I could easily turn around and exit through there."

"You could have easily stabbed my neck as well," he shrugged, completely unhindered by your intimidation, though which differed greatly with his initial reaction to your blade at his neck. "But you didn't. And you will not even think about escaping." He quickly opened the door to lock it from the other side and shut it, then pushed you aside to shut the window.

"This is ridiculous, you can't do this! What are you intending?!"

"[Name], I promise you," he said, whilst closing the curtains, "nothing bad is going to happen to you. You have my word."

His tone had evidently changed, more prominently expressing his determination. You gulped, stating, "Evie will hear about this."

"Well, she did ask me to do this."

"Huh?!" As he approached you, your heart began to beat at a much faster pace, and you couldn't seem to draw your attention away from him.

Though when he was but a foot away, he took your hand and knelt down. Placing a gentle kiss upon your knuckles, his warm breath grazed your skin, a notable contrast to the cold air that chilled your whole body. "I heard about your encounter with the Blighters yesterday, after I foolishly aggrieved you... I admit I'm entirely responsible for such a plight, and I apologize."

As reluctant as you were to make amends with such a farcical and burlesque man, his sincerity was conspicuous in his rather noble actions. Refusing his mitigation would simply be of utter irrationality.

"Alright... I suppose I can collaborate with you without quarrel..."

His lips formed a charming smile. "Fantastic."