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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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That was awesome anon, thanks for filling it. Good job!

when you said that you will continue this till the end, I was like 'THANK GOD!'. i will definitely kiss you if you are in front of me. I don't want this great piece to be abandon and left hanging as many fics in meme which left me disappointed and sad. but when you said more than part 20... i was like 'oookaaayyy. that will be a very long time.' but nevertheless writer!anon. you are awesome as always ^_^V *peace*

:O

Connor! This is so heartbreaking. Finding the beads and feathers and then realizing that he can't take them because Charles would know that he broke into his desk...And then getting ready to shoot himself...

Oh Connor...

//hugs Connor//

You can really see the depression firmly sinking in. Poor Connor.

I wonder if he stops himself or if he gets caught and stopped before he pulls the trigger. How scary and disheartening it would be if Charles stopped him.

:O

Yeah, Haytham wasn't thinking very clearly when he did that, but, to be fair, Charles can be very persuasive. Haytham was originally going to keep Connor at his temporary townhouse, but then Charles was begging for a second chance and made some legitimate points about how Haytham's townhouse was not as secure as Charles's permanent house...

Haytham is totally facepalming now.

:)

Eh, Charles more than earned what's coming to him. :D He really should've worked on his temper issue long before now. And I always felt it was absolutely ridiculous how he attacked a 5 year old kid for absolutely no reason.

This fic is mostly Charles and George POVs, but I'll see what I can do to include mentions as to earlier conversation. :)

My Connor is a little OOC here with the suicidal thoughts - and it's only his first week (though it feels like a few months :p ) - but don't worry, I plan on being ...a little nice to him towards the end.

Ah yes, Charles does have a way with words. Also, Haytham initially thought that Charles raped Connor the first time because he wanted to break him. But now he knows Charles is more driven by lust than anything (what he doesn't know, is that Charles is in lust with him, and sort of the main reason why he forced himself on Connor in the prison, because he reminded Charles of his beloved mentor).

capatcha: Edward's name is?

I think Capatcha wants me to update GSTQ

"I promise you that even if it does take me a little while sometimes, I will not stop updating this fill until it reaches its end"

And we are so very grateful for that, anon. There are too many good fills being abandoned, it's reassuring to know this one won't share the same fate.

I don't even want to imagine how Haytham must have felt - physically, I mean. I feel bad for him, haha. But at least Connor's there to offer assistance, eh? This whole scene was nerve-racking, but so very realistic - you have a wonderful way of creating an atmosphere where one thinks he's found himself playing a game with this scenario. At times, I truly feel like I'm in the midst of it all, playing the game myself. Keep up the awesome work, anon, we're very grateful and hope your Muses will call on you soon.

Oh my dear god, random anon is giggle-snorting like a crazy person. You are friggin amazing!

Omg.... THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN!

Heehee... This random anon can't get the image of the AC ppls as members of Carlo's Bakery out of her head. Desmond as Buddy? Yes... yes indeed!

Oh pretty please finish this! *ezio puppy eyes*

This drive-by Anon is willing to give all her cookies and cupcakes to Writer!anon if they finish this fill! I'm twitching to know what is going to happen!

sweet lawd someone PLEASE

It isn't until the next morning that Connor is able to visit the Templars. The King had insisted on having a 'romantic' afternoon and evening, which had in reality consisted of Connor pretending to listen to the King rambling at length about various things as they strolled through the grounds of the palace. They'd taken a late supper in Connor's room, though the King had thankfully gotten bored of talking and kissing his queen by the time the meal was over.

Haytham, now unscarfed, gives him only the minutest of glances from the cramped cell as Connor walks past, to the guard's table. There are about ten in this corridor, each not more than two metres square; just enough room for a pallet, a privy bucket and a little space to pace in. At least this place is new, so the blankets are not yet infested with lice, nor the pathetic bed too filthy to sleep on. William is

"When does your shift end?" Connor asks. The guard looks nervous despite the Apple's hold on him, and does not look directly at his mask.

"Got an hour and a half left, your highness. Eight hour shifts, you see, your highness."

"You are dismissed," Connor says, decisively. "You have worked hard, and the nights have been so very cold lately. I am sure you deserve an early breakfast and some extra time to sleep."

"Not meaning any disrespect, your highness, but I ain't supposed to leave the prisoners unattended, especially not with someone as important as yourself, your highness," the guard stammers.

"I shall be fine. I am a skilled warrior and accomplished hunter. There are weapons here, and these men will not harm me."

"The King--" the guard tries again.

"--Is my spouse. I have his permission to be here," Connor interrupts. He pauses, looking at the nervousness evident on the man's face. He sighs, and lays a hand on the man's shoulder, and speaks in his kindest tone. "I did not request that you leave, I ordered it. I am second only to the King himself. Remember that."

The guard nods, calmed by the implication: "you will be protected from the King's wrath, if he becomes irate because of this".

"My deepest apologies, your highness." The guard bows to him.

"It is all right," Connor says, and he does not speak again until he hears the door to this area shut behind the guard. He walks over, bolts it, and pulls the chair from the guard's table, positioning it so he can see into the three cells his father, Johnson and André are currently locked in. Haytham lounges on his pallet, facing the wall, apparently daydreaming but almost certainly carefully observing everything Connor is doing. Johnson simply sits on the floor, head in his arms, knees drawn up to his chest. André is curled up on his pallet, facing away from Connor.

Connor sits down, untying the mask, setting it carefully down beside him. None of the three make any effort to acknowledge his existence.

"I was surprised to hear of your attempt on General Lee's life," Connor says, conversationally. "I was under the impression that Templars were not in the habit of attempting to murder each other."

Haytham's eyes flicker to him for a moment, and Johnson raises his head just a little.

"Was it because you believe death is preferable to being under the power of the Apple?" Connor pressed. "You would probably be right in that assumption, to be honest. I cannot help but feel that it would have been kinder to attempt to free him from the Apple first."

"The things I said yesterday, about showing you the righteousness of the King, they were false. I simply did not want you to die. You are part of the rebellion, I assume. And I want the King dead and gone just as much as you do." Connor tries a different tack. André uncurls slightly, propping himself up a little. Johnson glances at Connor. Haytham's brow furrows just a tad.

"Very well," Connor says. He needs them to understand, to trust him. He picks up the keys next to him, and starts trying them on Haytham's door. There are only twelve keys: one for the main door to the corridor, one for the arms cupboard, and one for each cell, he presumes. They are not labelled, so it takes a few tries to unlock the cell. Haytham looks up at him with shock, mouth agape for a whole second or so before he remembers his gentlemanly manners and closes it. Connor ignores him, and sets to work unlocking Johnson's cell.

It takes about five minutes for each cell to be opened, and Connor takes his seat again.

"I am just as much a prisoner as you," he says. "It is simply that mine is a more comfortable cell."

It takes a long time for the prisoners to accept his story, at least the parts about his forced ascension to royalty. He is no fool, he knows that he will not be believed should he try to tell them about his memories of another sequence of events.

Haytham regards him with cold eyes and interrogates him over his mask and his mother; upon learning of her death, he looks horrified. Johnson makes him repeat certain sections, mostly about his village and the deal. André asks for information regarding the military and the King's actions in Court, and it takes a good forty minutes (if not more) before they are satisfied that he is not a spy, or at least that Connor genuinely believes he is not a spy.

"You're not a Templar," Haytham says, eventually. "How did you come to know about us?"

"Mother kept your journal. I kept stealing it when I was younger, partly to help with my English and partly to feel like I had a father. She did not speak about you much."

Haytham nods, expression half thoughtful and half sorrowful.

"That does sound like her."

After an slight pause, Connor speaks again. "You still did not answer my question. Was General Lee not your comrade? Why kill him, when you could instead free him?"

"That's what we were trying to do," André says. "Trying to save him. It might've looked like an assassination attempt, but if it'd worked, we'd have an inside man in the King's military."

"That was the plan all along," Johnson adds. "We didn't realise that the King swore them in using the Apple before it was too late."

"But how were you saving him?" Connor asks. "The reports said you attempted to hang him."

André hesitates. Johnson exchanges glances with Haytham. There is silence for a moment, the men clearly agonising over whether telling Connor the full story is worth the risk that he is a liar and the King will discover the information.

"Near death experiences can break the power of the Apple," Haytham answers. "Or at least we think they do. We've killed a few of Washington's lackeys, and before passing, they've all had a few moments of lucidity before dying. We hoped that if we could half-choke Charles, he'd make a full recovery from the supposed assassination attempt and be able to carry on his duties as a general while working for us on the side, as originally planned."

"It is a good plan. I suppose that there were complications. Such as too few of your men, and more bluecoats than anticipated?"

Haytham nods at Connor.

"Unfortunately."

"Then I shall bring the general to his senses for you," Connor says. "We can strengthen the rebellion from inside the King's own stronghold."

Haytham allows himself a small quirk of the lips.

"If you bring us Charles, we have a deal. I suppose we'll be imprisoned until you win us over with your oh so persuasive ways?"

Connor nods and apologises, eager to finally get somewhere with toppling the King's rule. He can scarcely believe that Haytham is desperate enough to tell him so much. The rebellion must be in a sorry state indeed if he is willing to share such sensitive information so quickly.

"Don't disappoint me, boy," are Haytham's final words, as Connor locks them back in the cells, and ties his mask back on.

A/N: More speed writing, sorry if it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Really trying to rush and get as much as this chapter written before I have to leave on Tuesday.

Gently, oh so gently, Connor pressed his finger against the trigger. But just when he was about to close his eyes for the last time... a bright emerald shimmer immediately caught his attention. Immediately, he lowered the pistol aimed at his temple, and glanced down at the open desk drawer. He rubbed at his eyes, and stared at the last object that remained: a small wooden chest. Had it just glowed a second ago? Or had his mind - riddled with anxiety and dark suicidal thoughts - just imagined it?

Of course he did. Light could not emanate from an plain looking jewelry box. His eyes were playing tricks upon his already frazzled mind. He was tired. So, very tired.

The Assassin lifted the pistol once more to his forehead and...

Stopped.

From beneath the lid of the box, an eerie bright green light flickered to life. It started as a small twinkle, that grew brighter in intensity each passing second. Connor panicked as he glance at the uncovered windows in the room. If the strange glow got any brighter, it would alert the attention of the guards outside. Quickly, he moved to close drawer. But then, as if it had a life of its own, the light reached out in time. An unseen force immediately caught hold of his hand and yanked him forward.

There was a tight pressure around his wrist as it forced his hand back into the drawer. It was only when Connor relinquished his hold on the pistol, did the grip ease up, even though it did not release him completely. He reached out with his free hand to try and pull his arm away, until his normal vision caught sight of a familiar glimmer from his ring finger. Captain Kidd's treasure was glowing... was pulsing in time with the strange emerald light.

Just what in the world did Lee have in that box? A part of him did not desire to know. It would have been safer if he just locked the drawer and returned to his quarters and sleep (even if he would be doing so next to Charles). Pretend this strange dream never happened and he...

The Assassin hissed as his hand moved on it's own, fingers dragging across the bottom of the drawer until his palm lay upon the wooden box. Fear spike through his entire being as the band around his finger seemed to tighten as it shined just as brightly - a vivid gold - in time with the emerald rays emanating from beneath the lid.

"Let go, let go, please go!" he whispered desperately, afraid of raising his voice and waking the whole household. But his body refused to obey him, as numb fingers clawed at the sides of the box lid and lifted it off. For only a second, he saw the source of the strange phenomenon: a small amulet, glowing bright green and covered in the markings of his people.

Much to Connor's horror, golden (from his ring) and emerald (from the amulet) flooded the entire room. Possibly extending throughout the entire manor. Everyone would know and come running, and they would find him here.

He wanted to wrench his hand free. To seal the box, and lock the drawer once more. But his fingers would not heed his command as they dipped down...

"No ... don't!" he gasped out loud as his scooped up the piece of jewelry and curled his fingers around it.

The ominous light finally began to recede, just as Connor's slumped to the floor, and then... everything went black.

:O

TWCB?!

Wow, I totally forgot about them. :)

I wonder what Connor's going to see and what visions he gets now. And I hope that it doesn't conk him out for the whole night. It will not go well for him if Charles finds him there in the morning...not to mention Charles would probably panic if he didn't wake up next to him.

What is Juno up to, I wonder...or is it Minerva? Looks like Connor's has more work to do...or maybe they want lil Haytham to be born? :D

Charles lies to himself a lot too. It's definitely a mixture of lust, hate, possessiveness and domination that motivates Charles. His is a personality that really hates it when he gets denied, and that mixes badly with his lust for Connor and his pre-existing hate.

I think both Captcha and I look forward to GSTQ. :D

Wow, I totally forgot about them. :)

Yeah, since I brought the Captain Kidd treasure into the story, I figure I might try and tackle some loose ends regarding the amulet... it is the whole reason why Connor was born after all.

I would totally read something like this!

Apologies if this isn't coherent. Anon is sleep-writing...

Strange Fates

Chapter 22 - Triangle

Charles walked into the room on the third knock. At his entrance, both occupants looked up at him, a near identical frown on their faces.

Charles briefly froze, struck by the uncanny resemblance.

For a split second, it was as if Master Kenway had split himself into two for the sole purpose of doubling the force of his displeasure with him.

Despite Master Kenway’s gentlemanly demeanor, he was a very forceful and commanding man. His disapproval was not easily borne, and Charles always hated having it directed at him.

For there now to be two sources of that sentiment, both directed at him...

It was enough to make a grown man tremble.

Thankfully, the moment passed quickly enough, and the little differences that differentiated the two registered in Charles’s mind.

Master Kenway and the Assassin were not the same. Of course they were not.

But Charles still remained somewhat shaken.

“Charles.”

Master Kenway was the first to address him.

“I had believed you to be occupied.”

It was a thinly veiled command to explain himself for intruding so.

“I—“

How to explain his sentiments, his motivations? How to make Master Kenway listen to him and capture the attention of those amber-brown eyes that had turned away in disgust as he approached?

It was a difficult task, approaching his mentor when the son he had wronged sat curled in a chair not three feet away, but he had asked for this.

There was little else to be done now anyways.

“There is something very important at stake here, and I mean to contribute in any way I can.”

Master Kenway’s frown deepened at that, and Charles could see the Assassin tense.

“I thank you for your...enthusiasm...” and it was rather clear that his mentor had had another word in mind, “but your contribution is not needed.”

Such a brusque response.

Brushing Charles off completely.

Had he truly fallen so far in his mentor’s eyes?

To be dismissed so was...

It meant things had fallen more than Charles had thought.

And it meant that it was even more important that he gain back as much ground as possible here and now.

“With all due respect sir,” Charles carefully noted the very brief flinch from the Assassin boy as he took a step closer, “this is a conversation I cannot sit out.”

If the boy had been tense before, he was absolutely rigid now.

“Charles...”

It was a warning.

A warning to back down. A warning to leave and pretend all of this never happened.

Charles had always followed Master Kenway’s instructions in the past. He may have interpreted some of them rather...creatively...but he prided himself on his ability to follow orders and deliver results above and beyond what was asked of him.

Espeically when it was Master Kenway doing the asking.

Charles took a few steps forward, pulled out an extra chair and seated himself in it.

This was one instruction he could not follow.

Already, he could see the Assassin’s lips thin in anger. Already, he could see Master Kenway’s eyes narrow in disappointment.

Charles did his best to ignore it.

This was too important.

“I want to cl—“

“—Did you plan this?”

The Assassin had interrupted him, looking straight at his mentor.

The Grandmaster shook his head.

“No, I did not. I meant what I said earlier. My goals at this point are—“

“Then why is he here?”

Charles decided to step in.

“I am here because the child in you is mine and—“

Both Kenways ignored him.

“Surely you do not think I invited him here now, after all that I’ve said?”

“I have noticed that you say a lot, but your actions rarely correspond to your words.”

“I do not lie, Connor.”

“I do not believe that.”

“Must I apologize once again? I had no way of knowing that Charles was quite so fixated on you and that he would force himself on you a—“

“—I am not so naïve as to think that a worldly Alpha such as yourself would not realize that lodging someone who has already been forced to...entertain...unwanted advances once with the Alpha who initiated those advances would not result in such an outcome!”

Charles tried to defend himself here.

He really hadn’t planned on taking the boy again. It had taken him by surprise almost as much as it had taken the boy by surprise.

“Really, I wasn’t planning on—“

And once again, he was ignored.

“You cannot mean to suggest that I planned on having my own son raped.”

“That is exactly what I am suggesting.”

A silence then.

Charles was shocked at the temerity of the boy to say such a thing.

And to Master Kenway.

“You...” Master Kenway looked shaken then. Pained even. “You think me capable of that.”

It was not a question.

“I think that the man who ordered the death of my mother and knowingly forced me into an engagement with the Alpha who raped me is capable of such a thing.”

Charles started.

The boy thought what?

“I did not order your mother’s death.”

Master Kenway was so stunned at the last accusation that all inflection and emotion left his voice.

“My mother burned to death within hours of Lee and the rest of your Templar ilk ambushing me in the forest and demanding the whereabouts of my village. Lee and the others never do anything without your orders. You cannot possibly expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with it.”

Master Kenway stared at him.

Charles stared at him.

He knew that the boy blamed him, but to shift that blame onto Master Kenway...

“We acted alone that day.”

And finally, finally the boy looked at him, acknowledged his presence.

“Master Kenway had traveled back east for some Order affairs in mother England. We were left with instructions not to pursue your village any longer, but I could not help thinking that Master Kenway was letting his sentiment for that—for your mother to cloud his judgment. And so I gathered the rest of the inner circle and went to make my own investigations.”

Silence again, and Charles could see the anger begin to build in Master Kenway.

“We had nothing to do with your mother’s death.”

Those amber-brown eyes bored into his own.

“It was more difficult than we thought to find your village. By the time that we finally found it, most of it was on fire.”

Charles debated telling the boy that his beloved Washington was responsible for the inferno that took his mother’s life, but decided that it would be counterproductive. The boy would not believe him, and it would throw doubt on his account of the events.

“I do not believe you.” It came out as a whisper. The boy was shaken by the news.

“You may ask that clan mother of yours. I spoke to her to extend my condolences about the tragedy.”

Both Master Kenway and the boy looked skeptical at that.

“I do not like the natives, it is true, but I do not wish for the indiscriminate slaughter of helpless people either.”

“And yet, you would force yourself on someone who was at a severe disadvantage. Twice, no less.”

Charles winced.

It was a valid point.

“You were the enemy the first time, and—“

“—do you usually go around raping enemies?”

...no.

“No. But—“

“Then I must ask what earned me the...distinction.”

Charles swallowed his words, and then looked briefly at Master Kenway.

“I wanted to break your resolve. You are our enemy, and it seemed like the fastest way of stopping you from protecting Washing—“

“Do not lie to me.”

Charles snapped his mouth closed.

“You had already come up with the plan to hang me at that point. There was no need for you to ‘break’ me as it would not have mattered. You could not have known that my friends would save me, nor could you know that I would kill Hickey before he was able to kill the commander. Why did you force yourself on me?”

Charles wetted his lips nervously.

“You are very attractive and—“

“—you have made clear your distaste of all natives. And I have not heard of you attacking other people you find attractive.”

Because those other people did not remind him of Master Kenway.

“...you should have been one of us.”

Both Master Kenway and the Assassin looked startled at this.

“Pardon?”

“You are Master Kenway’s son. You should have been one of us. You should have been mine from the start.”

The boy stared at him, eyes wide.

“Of all people for someone as distinguished as Master Kenway to entangle himself with, it has to be some Native bitch. And then she has his son. A son who, by all accounts, is extraordinarily clever and accomplished and beautiful and talented as Master Kenway himself. An Omega son who seeks to derail the very organization that Master Kenway gave his life to. And then, that is not all, and then that Omega son falls for the most worthless Alpha in existence, giving him victory after victory in a position that he does not deserve. And now, that Omega son is pregnant...with my child. And he still seeks to marry that worthless Alpha who does not deserve him. And you ask me why?”

Charles pauses briefly.

“You should have been our ally! You should have been my fiancé at the beginning! That is my child in you and—“

“That is enough, Charles.”

Charles blinked, then looked at Master Kenway.

“What did you come here for? What did you barge into this conversation for?”

Charles started, then looked back at the Assassin boy staring at him with wide eyes.

“I want to make sure that my child is not given away. That child is mine, and even if the engagement is broken, I want to raise the child once it is born.”

Because...because if he lost the boy to Biddle or Gerhard or anyone else, then he would have something, at least. Something of Master Kenway’s.

It would have to be enough.

Although Connor is clearly the victim, but I actually felt for Haytham and Charles. Haytham being blamed for Charles' actions. Charles already lower than scum, having to bear his feelings out in the open - I'm pretty sure the Kenways have figured out that Charles has an unrequited love for Haytham... and errr unrequited lust for Connor. But, oh the end, where he's begging to keep his child did get me in the feels... it's too bad that he didn't realize that Connor had no intention of marrying his Templar brothers if it meant being separated from the child he wanted to keep to begin with.

Dying to know how this works out. Even though they feel guilty, I doubt Haytham and Charles will let Connor go, but even if they keep him, the recruits are planning on rescuing their leader.

And rrgghhh had another plot bunny attack. Tried shaking it off, but it's already started brainstorming ideas and writing notes and pieces down. It's where Charles dies in the main story line, and is reborn an alternate universe where he didn't strangle Connor as a child. Things work out amazingly well for him, but he's still carrying the guilt of what he did to his previous timeline Connor. Lots of angst and of course more smut. Ehh...so when I finish Honeymoon when I get back from vacation, I might start working on that along with the other neglected fills.

apologies for the late, short update, RL has been hectic lately. next chapter should be more interesting.

Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to fight the urges to breathe and flail. He'd get scraped up badly by the riverbed, and he'd need his strength to fight his way to the surface of a calmer part of the river. The pool beneath the waterfall was a churning mess of harsh currents and rib-cracking pressure, and he could see nothing. To be honest, he wasn't even entirely sure which way was up and whether his eyes were actually open.

It felt like hours passed before the water dragged him over stone and sand. With the last of his energy (who knew that simply staying still and holding one's breath could tire one out so much?) Ratonhnhaké:ton pushed off the bottom of the riverbed, and took a deep lungful of water and air as he reached the surface.

He choked and coughed, trying to regain his breath and keep from slipping back under the surface of the fast-moving water. Still choking, he clutched at a large rock half-submerged in the river, just about managing to pull half his body onto land.

When he'd finally spit most of the water onto the rock beneath him, he crawled further up the riverbank, wincing at how much everything hurt. He'd have bruises for weeks, he was sure. He was alive, though he was also completely lost.

Ratonhnhaké:ton pulled himself upright gingerly. His clothes were heavy and cold, and it was a chilly night for autumn. He'd need to find shelter and try to dry out as much as possible if he wanted to avoid getting sick. He glanced around, deciding to look for a cave in the rocky cliff face not too far before him. He could try to find Clipper or attempt to meet with Duncan and the others when he was in less danger of catching ill, or even freezing to death if the weather got worse.

He found several small alcoves, which were either too small for a man his size to fit into, or were unsheltered and muddy. Eventually, however, he found a cave that appeared to have been excavated at some point, to form a large, winding tunnel. Ratonhnhaké:ton padded through it, wondering if he was warming up or whether the chill from the air and water was numbing him.

He could see faint, flickering light ahead. Someone else was evidently using this cave as a shelter as well. If he was polite and offered his help, they would probably be happy to let him dry himself and rest before setting off to Valley Forge.

"Hello?" he called. It would not do to surprise the inhabitant of the cave. He was in no state to defend himself if necessary. He stepped into a large, dry cavern, and tried to discern if the man tending the fire was a threat. He seemed to also be Native American, wearing Kanien'kehá:ka clothing. Ratonhnhaké:ton cleared his throat, and tried speaking again, in his mother tongue this time.

"Hello?"

The man stopped poking at the fire, and glanced around. He looked familiar to Ratonhnhaké:ton. The man smiled, welcomingly, and replied in the same language.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton! It has been a while." He glanced Ratonhnhaké:ton up and down, and let out a small chuckle. "I take it you have been swimming again? Clearly your adventures with the Colonists are simply not exciting enough."

Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled back, trying desperately to recall this man's name. He was familiar, very much so, and he could vaguely remember hunting with him a long time ago. If he tried really hard, he could sort of recall playing hide-and-seek with a small child that looked like the man in front of him.

His name…

His name was…

"Kanen’tó:kon," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, sitting beside the man he was sure he'd been friends since childhood with. "I am in dire need of your help."

Ahhh, I love that out of all people, it's Kanen’tó:kon that Conner runs into after starting to gain his memory. He's remembered stuff about the Templars (sort of), now it's time to remember more about his heritage :D

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