“I’m an enemy who was born an Assassin and taken away from that path before I even know what I was.” Haytham said with a sigh, slumping back in the chair he had been using before. This was far too much, the grey face had given him the chance to find out what he wanted to find out, but the only person he could ask knew nothing, not a single thing, nothing that could explain to him how it was that his life had gone so wrong at such a young age.
“I simply wanted to trace back my ancestry through you, I figured you would know a thing or two, maybe even guide me as to where my father had come from.” He said burying his face on his hands and sighing heavily.Â
An enemy... A Templar! Ezio's first instinct was to jump up and assassinate him where he sat, but... something stayed his hand. After all, Haytham had done him no harm. And... if he was truly related to this man, he couldn't very well kill him just because he had made a mistake. No, he wanted to find out more about him, as Haytham no doubt wanted to find out more about Ezio. He could have asked him anything he wanted when he was tied to that chair--secrets of the Brotherhood, perhaps, or some long-term plans the Assassins had. But he hadn't. Instead he had simply wanted to know where he had come from. He wanted to understand why his path had differed.
Slowly, the Master Assassin stood up and approached the Templar. He rested a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently.
"I may not know anything of my descendants, but perhaps if the two of us put our resources together we can figure it out." he offered. It seemed like a bit of a stretch, but they wouldn't know until they tried.
