âYouâre desperateâanyone can see that. Pinned in the position youâre in by Abstergo, who wouldnât be tempted to change sides?â Lord knew, any assassin they didnât lose to Abstergo by violence, they lost them by coercion, to be used against the Brotherhood. Abstergo was cruel like that, twisting people around--youâd think youâd won, only to realize youâd become a pawn.
William liked to think everyone who joined the Brotherhood did by choice. Unfortunately with some, like in the case of Shaun, whoâd stumbled into their war on accident, had been enlisted to ensure his survival. Now he didnât have a clear exit. William would try and remedy that. The other deserved as much for all the trauma theyâd pulled him through headlong.
â--and talk like that is precisely why youâre under watch right now.â Picking his notebook back up again, William opened up to the back, where a last few pages remained empty. Pulling a pen from one of his coat pockets, he placed both book and pen next to Shaun on the bed, the blank white of the pages beckoning to be marred.
âIf you can, or when you can--I want you to write down everything you know about your familyâs condition: where they are, whether or not theyâre in Abstergo custody, names, everything--â He paused for a moment, letting the request settle in.
âShaun, weâre going to go save them. Or if we canât spare the man power on this--â He lowered his gaze, â--then Iâll do it myself.â There were a thousand reasons he shouldnât, but William could easily name several who he should.
âItâs foolhardy and possibly suicidal, but you didnât ask for any of this. Your snooping got you caught in the crossfire of something much bigger. To save yourself, you came with us. And even in that, we havenât--I havenât--â he corrected, â--done enough for the help youâve given us. From the moment you joined our ranks, I should have put someone out there to watch after your family. The moment Abstergo knew who you were, they were only a few keystrokes away from finding your family. I should have acted.â He licked his lips and held another pause, tense, pensive, remorseful. And when he looked back up, there was nothing in his expression to hint at insincerity. He meant every single word.
âIn my life I have let go of so many of the things that really matter. Iâve made too many mistakes I can never hope to fix.â Daniel. Clay. Lucy. Desmond--only to name a few.
âIâm no longer the field agent I used to be. I learned that when I was apprehended in Cairo. But Iâm more than willing to try now. I finally know, more than ever whatâs at stake. You need those people back, Shaun.â He leaned toward the other, tapping the empty page with two fingers. âWrite everything you know and I will do my best to fix this mistake. Right now, Shaun, you are one of the only things I have left in this world. Write everything you can and I will do everything I can to make this better. And when you have your family with you again, weâll see where to go from there--â He leaned back in his chair, a deep sigh escaping him.
â--can you do that for me?â
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