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FILL 36/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)"Achilles," Connor says, not daring to turn around.
"I must admit, I wasn't expecting to see you here in Philadelphia. I was under the impression that you were living in New York. With your lover."
Connor bites his lip. He'd said that he was living in the Frontier outside New York. He'd not mentioned a lover. The Brotherhood has been spying, then. Prying. They can't have liked what they found. Achilles must know about his relationship with Haytham. The only reason he isn't dead now is probably because Achilles needs an explanation.
"I was," he says, turning to face Achilles. His heart hammers in his chest, and he can't bring himself to look at his mentor. It's a nice road, brand-new paving stones, with cobblestones in the gaps. "Had some unfinished business."
"You know, the others are here, too. Caught wind of a plot to assassinate Washington. They came here to stop it."
"Stop it?" Connor glances up to Achilles' carefully neutral expression. He leans on his cane nonchalantly.
"Yes. Washington may not be perfect, but he's better than Lee. We can't have a templar agent ruling America, can we?"
"I… suppose not…" Connor says, faintly. He should've communicated with the Brotherhood better. They could've helped. But there hadn't been time. And now Achilles is going to think the worst of him.
"Is there anything you would like to tell me, Connor?" Achilles presses.
"You're too late," he says. "Washington has already been assassinated."
Achilles lets out a deep breath, obviously disappointed.
"The native tribes of this land are free from his cruelty," Connor adds, by way of consolation. "And now I am free from this war."
Achilles' eyes flicker back to him. Connor cannot quite place the emotion in his eyes. He continues speaking, trying to explain himself.
"Did you forget why I came to you in the first place? It was for my people. For their safety. And with Washington gone, I finally have that."
"Until the templars decide they are in the way," Achilles snaps.
"Haytham promised that no harm would come to them. Us, I mean."
"And you seriously trust him? How? Why?"
Connor looks away. He cannot bring himself to answer.
Achilles sighs.
"Connor, I know. I know that nice little house in New York belongs to Haytham," Achilles says. His voice is strained, and he is clearly having trouble remaining calm. "I know you're scared, and I know you don't want to be having this conversation with me just as much as I don't want to be having it with you. I know you're a templar, damn it. I just want to hear you say it, and stop hiding things from me."
Connor opens his mouth, to say something. Shuts it, in disbelief. He blinks, swallows, and tries again.
"What?"
He may be sympathetic to their cause, but he isn't-- how could Achilles even think…?
"The ring, boy. The ring you've been wearing. Every member of the Order wears a special silver ring. You weren't wearing it in Davenport, so I assume you converted when you left."
"I never converted," Connor protests. "I… The ring was a gift. It can't be a templar's ring."
"A gift." Achilles' voice is flat. This is not a question but a statement of disbelief.
"It is a tradition, is it not? To exchange rings with the one you love?"
After a long moment, Achilles' eyes widen.
"Oh."
"So," Connor presses onward. "I am not a templar."
"Let me see the ring," Achilles says.
"What?"
"Let me see it, Connor."
"Best do as he says, sir," Clipper's voice says, apologetically, from behind him. Connor flinches. When had he snuck up like that?
He glances over his shoulder. Clipper is hardly a metre behind him, Stephane beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see a woman in a hood standing nonchalantly by a wall, and men who could be Duncan, Jacob and Jamie further away, blending with the crowds.
"Fine. I have nothing to hide," Connor fumbles with his glove, forgetting the blood coating his hands. The remaining damp patches have been soaked up by the cotton, but the glove is difficult to peel off nonetheless, and the skin and nails are still stained by rusty brown.
Achilles lets out something that might be a soft gasp, and takes his bloodied hand in his own, examining the ring.
"I… I can explain the blood," Connor says, desperately. "Washington had to be stopped. He was a monster."
"And Lee isn't?" Achilles asked, voice trembling just a little. His hands are shaky, as he twists the ring, to see it clearly in the dwindling light.
Achilles finally sees whatever it is that he is searching for, and his shoulders slump and he lets out a long breath.
There is silence.
When he looks up at Connor, his eyes are wet, and his expression is unreadable. He drops Connor's hand, and Connor clumsily pulls the glove back on.
"Haytham gave you this ring, didn't he?"
Connor feels his stomach drop for the second time today. Of course they would figure it out. It was stupid of him to think they wouldn't.
"Yes," he admits.
"He asked you to assassinate Washington, too."
"Yes," Connor attempts to explain himself. "But I would not have agreed had it been anybody else. Anybody less hateful or dangerous toward my people."
"Can't you see what he's doing, boy?" Achilles looks heartbroken, but Connor still feels a jolt of fury. After all, he had come to Achilles with the intention of saving his people, not to become embroiled in a stupid war. How dare he, the hypocrite.
"The same thing you did when you inducted me into the Brotherhood?" Connor snaps. "I am not a child. I know what I am doing. I am going back to my village to deliver the news of Washington's death, and then I am going back to New York. Become an accountant or a merchant or something. I just want peace. Will you at least let me have that?"
Achilles pauses a moment, and nods.
"Connor--"
"That is not my name," Connor says, scathingly. "You just called me that because you could not pronounce Ratonhnhaké:ton."
"I called you that because you looked a little like my son," Achilles replies, somewhat coldly. "Connor Davenport. He died when he was five. Half-caste, before you say anything. Blessed with light skin like his mother. Not that he lived long enough to see the truly ugly side to humanity."
Connor looks away, suddenly more guilty than angry. He had gone too far.
"I never thought a day would come that I would regret giving you that name. Not until today."
He lowers his head. He should've known. Not only is he broken and defiled, useless at even simple self-defence, but Achilles and the Brotherhood think him a traitor. They even have good reason to believe such things. A happy ending to this mess had obviously been far too much to hope for.
"You can still change," Achilles says, turning slightly, preparing to leave. "There will always be a room for you in Davenport, should you decide to leave the darkness behind. Be swift, though. Before it consumes you."
With that, he is gone, and so are the recruits.
Connor wipes his eyes, which are slightly damper than he would like to admit. he takes a deep breath, and trudges back to the meeting hall. He needs to find Sam Adams and get his excuses in order.
Re: FILL 36/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)That seems to be what I say after each and every part of this fic |D Anyway, your writing is amazing as usual and I love you for this fill <3
Re: FILL 36/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 36/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-26 03:10 am (UTC)(link)//sniffles//
//sobs//
//bawls//
Connor! Achilles! Somehow, I'm getting this gut feeling that this can't end happily. What will Connor do when he realizes what Haytham's real relation to him is?
;_;
Re: FILL 36/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-26 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 36/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-27 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)Please update again soon!