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Assassins vs Templar rap battle: Templar Grand Master Haytham Kenway just dropped the sickest verse of all time.
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&; | LADIS
"Why are you here then?" He asked carefully still leaning on the desk slightly, he ha gotten a bit wiser no point in making this bloody over a lay. Things happened he assumed but it still.. Hurt.
&; ❝ T'catch up with an old friend. ❞
She'd wanted to say 'to see you', but hadn't been sure whether he'd reject that or not; she was being careful, and as a coy grin and folded arms still lay on her, the approach was displayed as loose and playful.
&; | COMMONER
”Yeah? And what would that be?”
&; ❝ M'not a bloody deckhand. ❞
&; | HAYTHAM ”The Templars are trying to stop the killing of innocents! I am not asking you to turn your back on your cause — quite the opposite! The Assassins are for saving lives, are they not? That is what we are trying to do! Fighting for your goals does not by necessity mean fighting the Order!” Even at this age, Haytham had a touch of naïveté to him. He was a moderate by nurture, split between Edward and Reginald; while he was wholly devoted to the Templar cause, he did not reject his Assassin roots. On the contrary, he took pride in them. In his opinion, they gave him a unique perspective, but he was rapidly coming to terms with the fact that there were very few people who saw the world as he did. ”—I can give you proof. Records. Firsthand accounts. Whatever it takes to convince you that this is happening and that it must be stopped. I do not want to kill you. Don’t force my hand.”
&; ❝ Haytham... ❞
She's cut off by yet another spiel of his, sharpened gaze softening as her brows furrow into worry. At this point, her anger was gone; dissolved into the torn fabric of her skin. The man was in no way justified in what he was saying, and his naive attempt in rallying their causes grew less and less convincing by the second.
&; ❝ You need to understand -- the Order and the Brotherhood can't be allies. It's not as simple as you think it is. ❞
&; | HAYTHAM
”—well, he’s not exactly wanting for money, and he’s… relatively infamous, depending on who you ask. It is full of notes. Maths and Latin and the like.” Maths, Latin, personal thoughts — things that Haytham would not want anybody reading, if he could help it, though they were less concerned with the women of the island (not that a few hadn’t slipped in there, of course) and more so with exploring politics. That in and of itself wouldn’t have been enough to prompt him to hide the book, but he sincerely doubted that Edward would have cared for half of the things he had to say. His father valued personal freedom above all else, he knew; but, while he admired him for the strength of his convictions, he had to admit that he found order and strict social structure far more appealing. Hopefully, it had just gotten mixed in with the elder Kenway’s maps and guides, and he wouldn’t read too far into it before realizing what it was and putting it down. ”What are you up to today, Mister Kidd?”
&; ❝ That's my point -- 'dependin' on who you ask'. ❞
She was still jesting, almost permanent smile etched onto rugged features as she gazed at the boy; he was so innocent, so naive-- something she missed about her youth. There were no factions, no divisions; people were people, and secrets never had lives depending on them. The thoughts drew her mind into a dark place, and she snapped from their bonds the moment she found herself itching to extend the blade at her wrist.
&; ❝ Nothin' too interesting. What about yourself? ❞
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