Haytham: Are you sure we’ll catch them in time, son?
Connor: Yes, father. I’m…
Connor: “Shore.”
Haytham: Are you sure we’ll catch them in time, son?
Connor: Yes, father. I’m…
Connor: “Shore.”
“Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember…”
“Nothing is true.”
“Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember…”
“Everything is permitted.”
“We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins.”
“Nothing is true. Everything is permitted”
I can see Connor being interested in Achilles and willing to just sit there and observe sometimes, and eventually Achilles would have learned to simply ignore him. Man I’ve been drawing Connor’s backside quite a bit lately URGHH it’s just a really pretty shape….
a little gift for yusufdaistanbooty
I DID NOT THINK I WANTED THIS AS MUCH AS I DO—
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG
Poor France is ill and our city is a wound, inflamed by all efforts to heal her.
A king once ruled, headstrong and corrupt… now headless and a corpse, murdered by men just as vile.
Today, fanatics from all sides spill blood on every corner. A thousand terrors I mean to cure.
Day by day.
Street by street.
Templar by Templar.