By the time Haytham and Clarke made it to New York, it was dark and people were beginning to shut down their stores. Not many people roamed the streets at these hours, and it was clear why. Thieves scattered themselves throughout the town, hiding in the showers and luring innocents so they can take what the want. Which is exactly why the Grand Master attempted to keep Clarke inside.
"I'm fine," she insisted once more. "I can help you, there's no reason for me to stay behind. I need you to trust me."
"My dear, I do trust you. It's the others that I don't. Perhaps you could head home? I'm sure Charles would appreciate it."
"You've seen me fight, I'm good at it!"
"There's no denying that, but you're much smaller than any man I've seen. And if they were to gang up on you again, I'm not sure I'd be much help."
"We have Connor, remember? And speak of the devil," she motions forward, the native looking around for them.
"Evening," Haytham says loud enough for him to hear, him turning to face them. "I see you've made it here in one piece."
"Recovered from your beating then?"
Clarke stepped forward, though is blocked by the older man's arm. He knows she's angry, and that with her young age she hasn't managed to relieve grudges like this. But she should save her anger for their enemies, not the man they're working with.
"Benjamin Church is holed up in an abandoned brewery on the waterfront.We should be done with this by sunrise," he says.
"Good. I would like to have those supplies returned as soon as possible."
"Of course. I wouldn't want to keep you from your lost cause. Come along then, follow me." A hand taking ahold of Clarke's, he turns on his heel and starts off into the town. They have to make it to the other side, though it's fairly easy since they weren't causing any trouble. Yet.
"Tell me something," Connor says. "You could have killed me when we first met - what stayed your hand?"
"Curiosity. And other questions?"
It seems like there are none, for the native simply puts his head down. Though as quickly as he does, it is back up again. "What is it the Templars truly seek?" This makes Haytham turn to him.
"Order. Purpose. Direction. No more than that. It's your lot that means to confound with this nonsense of freedom. Time was, the Assassins professed a far more sensible goal, that of peace."
"Freedom is peace."
"Oh, no. It's an invitation to chaos. Only look at this little revolution your friends have started. I stood before the Continental Congress and listened to them stamp and shout. All in the name of liberty. But it is just noise."
"And this is why you two favor Lee?"
"Who are you asking?" Haytham raises an eyebrow. "The reason I favor Lee differs from her reason," he motions to Clarke. "We both know he understands the needs of this would be nation far better than the jobbernowls who profess to represent it."
"It seems your tongue has tasted sour grapes. The people made their choice - and it was Washington."
"The people chose nothing," Clarke steps forward. "It was done by a group of privileged cowards seeing only to enrich themselves. They convened in private and made a decision that would benefit them. They might have dressed it up with pretty words, but that does not make it true. The only difference Connor - the only difference between you and us - is that I do not feign affection!" With that, she ends the conversation. Haytham motions for them to follow once more, continuing their walk in silence. No one dared open up another conversation, knowing the tension was high.
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The Right Side
Fanfiction{{ FINISHED }} The right side is at his side. A young girl from England has some how found her way to America, though when stumbled apon by the Grand Master and his men, it is soon revealed that she has no memory of who she is or where she came fro...
