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His Mother's Son 10

[(Anonymous)]

Not the expected angst, but one of a different sort...

//runs and hides//

Warning: char death


His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12


I can’t believe it.

I...I really can’t.

It’s not real, it didn’t happen.

IT DIDN’T HAPPEN.

It’s not fair, why...?

Grandfather. Uncle.

They’re good people. Grandfather didn’t like the riots and everything, but he was working to help them, in Congress. He was trying really, really hard. And Uncle was just one his way to visit me and Mother.

Mother’s showing a lot and is tired all the time now because of the twins, and Uncle only wanted to come visit and help him.

Why?

They weren’t even supposed to be together! Grandfather was supposed to come today, but his schedule changed so he started early. And Uncle only made a stop at the store in Boston to get Mother a few things.

It’s not fair.

It’s really, really not fair.

They weren’t even supposed to be there!

Just...

Mr. Collins said that they can’t even prosecute anyone, because no one knows who did it. That mob formed when Grandfather and Uncle happened to be around, and there was so much chaos that no one knows who actually...

They’re all in jail now, but Mr. Collins says that unless we can figure out who did it, they’ll have to be let go.

The jail doesn’t have a lot of money either. They can’t afford to feed them.

This isn’t...

Uncle and Grandfather were good men. Grandfather is smart and a good Senator. Uncle is funny and strong and amazing.

That’s what really gets me, you know?

Bad things happen, I know. Like when Father hit Mother. Strange accidents happen, and you wonder why afterwards.

But these are really good people. They weren’t even supposed to be there.

Everyone will feel bad for Grandfather. Because he was a Senator from New York.

But Uncle...

Mother’s really sad about it. I am too. But everyone else? They don’t even care.

Because he’s different.

Because he’s Native.

That’s my Uncle.

He’s wonderful and told great stories and taught me to hunt.

He’s been there my whole life and helped Mother and didn’t even tease Father as much as he could have when Father insisted on wearing fancy clothes in the forest and then slipped into a pile of muddy leaves.

He’s gone now, and no one will care?

Except me? Except Mother?

And it’s all because they’re mad that Father isn’t doing more for them?

I just...

Journal, I think I hate them.

Re: His Mother's Son 10

[(Anonymous)]

WRRRRYYYY... Okay I knew Haytham couldn't die of old age, but to be murdered by an angry mob? And Kanon too??? That's just... arghh!

Charles is probably going to snap really soon.

Re: His Mother's Son 10

[(Anonymous)]

Soon, but still a few more installments in between. :)

His Mother's Son 11

[(Anonymous)]

His Mother’s Son

Haytham Lee, aged 12


He makes me so mad!

I love him, but...

Father was really mad about Grandfather’s death. I think that he’s even a little bit sad about Uncle’s, which is amazing since he doesn’t even like Uncle.

But Grandfather’s death hit him hard.

He’s always looked up to Grandfather. They have a very special relationship, and Mother always said not to ask Father about it.

And Father always gets scary when he’s mad. Last time he was this mad, he hit Mother.

He didn’t hit Mother this time, but he came close.

He yelled and yelled and threw our plates at the wall and pounded the desk.

I think he remembered that Mother is pregnant and can’t defend himself against him.

But I’m not mad at Father.

I want to hit something too. I want to yell and scream because it just isn’t fair that Uncle and Grandfather died.

I hate those people in that mob. I really, really hate them.

Mr. Collins came by to tell us that they couldn’t find out who had done it. So they would all stay in jail for a little more, but that they were going to be released soon.

There was nothing anyone could do.

I hate them so much. I hope they all know what it feels like.

What are they to cause this kind of trouble anyways? Can’t they see that they hurt people?

If they just followed the law and didn’t cause trouble, then Uncle and Grandfather would be...

But since they didn’t, I hope they all die. They deserve it for what happened.

Mother doesn’t think so.

He said that even though what they did wasn’t right, what they suffered isn’t right either. He said that the laws should be made to protect people and give them the freedom to live a full life. That what we’re seeing here are laws that do not allow for personal growth and advancement and the ability to make a living.

That our way of viewing the world has made enough people feel like they have no choice but to break the law and rebel in order to live.

How can he say that?

Uncle and Grandfather are dead. They didn’t need to die. The people who were in that mob could have talked things over nicely, but they didn’t. They chose to kill instead.

Father’s friends are in the Senate. I’m sure they’re good people who would listen.

The people in that mob and the people who want to cause trouble must not have tried hard enough.

I bet that they’re all just lazy, and that they could make a living if they really tried.

Father and his friends did it, so why can’t they?

If they just worked hard enough and obeyed the laws...

Mother didn’t agree.

And I was so mad that I, that I...

I threw my cup at him. The cup that Grandfather gave me when he found out that I like tea, too.

It didn’t hit him, I would never actually hit Mother, but it broke on the wall behind him, and he looked...

Very sad. And lonely.

I’d never seen Mother look like that.

I felt...

Mother, I’m so mad at you, but...

But I’m mad at myself, too.

Father heard the cup break, and he was furious.

That cup was Grandfather’s favorite.

I’m in big trouble now.

Re: His Mother's Son 11

[(Anonymous)]

/PULLS THE LEE FAMILY IN ONE BIG HUG/

Poor Charles, I knew he'd snap with Haytham's death; but unlike the canon, he can't take his revenge on one individual since it was a mob or angry people who were angry with him. Wonder what he plans on doing, mass execution and/or martial law?

Poor lil Haytham, he's starting to think like a Templar now but I understand his anger.

Poor Connor, the only one who isn't lashing out and exposed to his husband and now his son's violence. The part with him looking alone and sad was heart wrenching, because he realizes that despite his efforts his son will become a Templar.

Re: His Mother's Son 11

[(Anonymous)]

Charles is furious yes, but I think he might surprise you. In both a positive and a negative way. :) Although we already expect the worst of him so not sure how it can be more negative...

Lil Haytham is very angry, but like all children, he has the ability to come to some really interesting and unique conclusions without adult interference. It's too bad that he has to grow up... ):

His Mother's Son 12

[(Anonymous)]

Lil Haytham is in a...messed up place right now. And it shows in his messed up evaluation of the situation and messed up feelings. Be warned for uncomfortable read.


His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12


Father’s furious with me. He’s never yelled at me before, but...

He said some...

I can’t bear to repeat it. He can’t have meant it, but...

That cup was one of the only gifts that Grandfather gave to me. He said it was because we shared similar qualities, and that I could appreciate a cup of fine tea better than Father or Mother could, Mother especially as he doesn’t like tea from the Indies.

It was a lovely little cup, made of porcelain and with very pretty pictures on it.

I am sorry that I broke it.

But I’m not sorry enough that I think Father is right to say what he said.

I didn’t mean it. He knows I didn’t mean it, but he still says those...

No, you don’t get to call me that, Father. You don’t get to say stuff like that, not with the way you’ve been acting.

You think I’m ungrateful and ignorant and selfish?

You think I can’t control myself and that I’m a danger to everyone?

And you insult Uncle in the same breath that you yell about my shortcomings?

Have you looked into a mirror recently, Father?

I am not the one who lost his temper so badly over nothing that Mother was unable to eat solid food.

I am not the one who blames his own son and wife over his own problems at Court and comes home only to make our lives miserable!

The servants used to love you, and now they tiptoe around you.

I’m really, really mad that Uncle and Grandfather are dead.

But you don’t care about Uncle, at all, do you? You only care about Grandfather because he’s a part of that group that you like so much, the one that always says bad things about Mother.

But I care about the both of them!

They’re my Uncle, my Grandfather.

If anyone’s angry, it’s me!

How dare you, Father?

If anyone should be yelling, it should be me!

And I did yell, and throw that cup, and I’m sorry for it.

But at least that’s better than how you’ve been treating us this entire time!

I was so mad, I cried. I couldn’t even say all that.

I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

Father is...

But then Mother tried to calm Father down.

He stepped between me and Father...

He reached out to Father and...

Father just got madder. He slapped Mother away, and Mother just stood there and didn’t do anything and...

Why didn’t Mother do anything?

What is wrong with Mother that he’d just take Father treating him like that?

Mother, are you, are you stupid?

I see you getting angry, but then you swallow it back down.

You never do anything.

I just...

This is so...

Argh!

Journal, I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.

I’m really mad at Father because he’s always taking his anger out on Mother and treating us badly these days. He’s angry all the time, and things are getting worse.

I don’t want the twins in Mother’s stomach to be born into this. Things have to be better for them.

Father has to be a good Father, I’m going to be a good Big Brother, and Mother has to finally stand up for himself and be a good Mother.

I can’t respect Mother right now.

I can’t.

I’m angry at Father, but I think I’m beginning to hate Mother.

I know it’s wrong, Journal, to feel this way, but I really, really do.

Mother didn’t even feel angry at the mob for killing Uncle and Grandfather. He never seems to get angry at Father for all the yelling. He just...lets it all pass.

How can Mother protect the babies if he doesn’t even protect himself?

What kind of a mother is he?

Re: His Mother's Son 12

[(Anonymous)]

Awww poor Haytham, is happy family is crumbling and there's nothing he can really do to stop it. Charles, stop being a dick!


I’m angry at Father, but I think I’m beginning to hate Mother.


Ack! My Heart! Oh little Haytham, you have no idea what your mother had to endure to keep you, and all his loved ones safe from your father and his group. I wonder when Haytham does find out, can't picture Connor telling him... maybe he finally reads those journals?

Re: His Mother's Son 12

[(Anonymous)]

You guessed it! :)

The journals are the key...especially since Connor's...well. :)

Enjoy reading the angsty next bit.

His Mother's Son 13

[(Anonymous)]

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12


No. It didn’t happen, it didn’t.

I know I said I was beginning to hate Mother, because he never stood up for himself, but...

I didn’t mean for me, Mother. I meant for the babies. I can take care of myself, but they’re still so little...

Was.

How could you, Father?

You’re despicable. You’re...

I was going to be a Big Brother. Play around with the twins and teach them how to do things and damn you Father...

Oh God. There was so much blood, and Mother wasn’t even moving and...

I don’t know who dragged me away, but whoever did, you had no right!

No right at all, you hear me?

I heard them, through the door. Doctor Davies told Father that the babies were dead.

And, oh God, the babies. He said that Doctor White was still working to get them out of Mother and...

He said that it was lucky that he was coming to call and that Doctor White was on a monthly checkup.

Lucky?

The babies are dead!

They’re...

I’ve always wanted a baby brother or sister to play with. Someone to lead and teach and have fun with...

If it’s lucky, then why aren’t the babies still alive right now? Why is no one saying how Mother is?

Mother...

You had no right to drag me away from Mother. No right to lock me in this room.

Mother might be dying, and...

It’s not right.

I yelled at him. I threw Grandfather’s cup at him.

And now he might be dying, and you won’t even let me near him because you’re afraid of...what?

You think that I’m too childish to be around Mother when he might...

I’m 12! I’m 12 and a young man, and I love Mother and...

Oh God.

Oh God.

I told Mother that I thought he was stupid, and that those people deserved to die.

I told Mother that I thought he didn’t care that Uncle and Grandfather are dead.

I told him...

And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

And I threw my cup at him.

I thought I hated him.

I don’t.

I really, really don’t.

I was just mad and...

Please God, whoever, please.

I didn’t mean it, I...

Mother’s been good to me. He’s played with me and taught me and raised me.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

Please don’t let Mother die.

Please.

Oh God, I have to get out of here. I can’t be here, in this locked room.

I can’t...

Please, let me go to Mother. Don’t lock me in here.

Call Father or, or Doctor White or even Doctor Davies.

I can’t stay in here while Mother may be dying.

I can’t let throwing a cup be my last memory of my Mother.

I can’t...

My page is getting too damp.

I can’t write anymore.

Please don’t die Mother.

Pleasepleasepleaseplease.

Please.

Re: His Mother's Son 13

[(Anonymous)]

/SOOOOOOOB/


I knew this was coming but OMG

Poor Haytham

/Hugs little Haytham/

If he thinks this is awful, I wonder how bad he'll react to reading those journals and finds out all those 'romantic' stories he's heard of his father saving his mother and them falling in love was a complete and utter lie.

Re: His Mother's Son 13

[(Anonymous)]

yeah...it's gonna be a shocker. :D

It might take him a little while to find them, but what else has he to do when his father's still going to be busy, his mother is out of commission, and the entire household is in mourning?

Re: His Mother's Son 13

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, and was rereading this part again and totally had young Connor feels, Haytham being dragged away while his mother bled and miscarried was very similar to Connor being dragged away from his mother who was burning alive ;_;

Re: His Mother's Son 13

[(Anonymous)]

Omg... I only just found this story a day ago. I've read everything. I couldn't put it down. I'm actually at work now. A customer came in and I'm still reading under the counter.
You have not only been bookmarked, but you're now my homepage on both my phone and home computer.

You are not 'talented'; you ARE talent. This. Is. Phenomenal. I cannot gush enough on how wonderful this story is and you are!

Instantly-in-love!Anon anxiously awaits more~!

Re: His Mother's Son 13

[(Anonymous)]

I...

//blush//

That's so nice of you! :) You made my day. Thank you! :D

Can't take all the credit though. It's two folks (me and another anon) who are bouncing off each other for this series. The other anon is doing the Honeymoon and Shattered.

But glad you like! //glows//

His Mother's Son 14

[(Anonymous)]

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12


I don’t know what to do Journal. It’s been a night since the...since Father...

And I haven’t seen Father or Doctor White or Doctor Davies since. Mary comes to bring me some food, but even though I beg her, she won’t let me out.

She won’t let me see Mother. Or even tell me about him.

She says that it would be too much for me.

Why would she say that? Why does she mean by that?

Is Mother truly...?

No!

I refuse to believe it. I refuse to.

Mother’s been there my whole life. He can’t be...

Mother used to carry me around, you know Journal? When I was little, he used to put me on his back, and I’d pretend I was an eagle and could fly.

And he’d say that it was good, that I wanted to be an eagle, fierce and protective and free, that the hero who wore a hood and saved lives with knives was an eagle.

Sometimes Father used to watch us. He always stood a little distance away, and he never liked that I liked eagles, but I think he was secretly happy, because I sometimes caught him smiling. At me and especially at Mother.

And then Spado would run around barking, and Father would carry him over to Mother and me, and Mother would give Father’s dog a fond scratch...

I don’t understand Journal.

What did I do wrong?

First Uncle and Grandfather and now the babies and Mother...

Why, why am I being punished like this? Why?

Did I do something bad? Am I evil? Am I...?

Uncle was one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. Grandfather one of the smartest. Mother is one of the kindest. The twins weren’t even born yet, they were completely innocent.

So why?

Tell me, Journal, why?

No.

Mother’s not dead. They’d, they’d let me out if he were dead.

And we’d be burying him, so he can’t be dead.

Mother’s going to be fine.

I believe that.

I have to believe that.

Mother will be okay, and then Father will stop fighting with him and...

Father.

Father was yelling at me and Mother told me to go to my room and when I did I heard Mother cry out and then...

Father’s hand was held out. And Mother lay at the bottom of the stairs like, like a sack of clothes.

And the floor was turning red underneath Mother and...

Father just stood there, staring at Mother until Mary screamed and...

This is all Father’s fault.

He pushed Mother down the stairs. I know it.

And it’s because of me. He was mad at me.

And when Mother got in the way, he...

Mother married Father. He trusted him, and Father...

There was so much blood. Mother lay at a twisted angle at the foot of the stairs.

Father didn’t do anything to help Mother.

I can’t forgive Father.

I won’t forgive Father.

Re: His Mother's Son 14

[(Anonymous)]

Oh the angst! I love the fond recollection of Haytham having with his parents (who are actually happy at this point) and then the moment where Connor lays broken at the bottom of the stairs....

/SOOOOOB/


Mother married Father. He trusted him, and Father...

/snif/ Oh little Haytham are you in for a shock.

Re: His Mother's Son 14

[(Anonymous)]

Yep, one very, very nasty shock. :)

//pets lil Haytham//

His Mother's Son 15

[(Anonymous)]

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12


I saw Mother. They finally let me see Mother.

He looks...

Doctor White told me that Mother is very weak right now. That they had to try something that was very dangerous to get the baby girls out of him, and that he’s alive, but not well.

He told me I need to treat Mother gently and let him rest.

I asked him if Mother will get better, but he didn’t say anything. Just smiled and patted my shoulder.

I think...I think he thinks Mother might still die.

I think...

His large stomach was gone. It was flat again. He was so still I thought he wasn’t breathing, but then he’d be dead wouldn’t he, and Doctor White would have said...

Father was too busy talking to Doctor Davies. I don’t know what about, but he clearly doesn’t care about Mother. He doesn’t even come over and sit by Mother like I saw Mr. Collins do when Mr. Clipper got sick.

Doctor White did though. He fluffed Mother’s pillows and made sure the covers were pristine over Mother, and why wasn’t Father doing any of that?

He must really not care about Mother at all.

I can’t forgive Father.

Mother looked so pale. It was like all the life and the thing that made Mother Mother had left him.

And he didn’t wake, not even when I rubbed his hand against my cheek. Not even when I took one of the little figurines that Mother keeps in his room and put them in his hand.

He always liked those figurines. He said it reminded him of people who were kind and good to him.

He’d given me one to play with when I was little, but I don’t remember where I put it...

Mother looked so fragile against those white sheets. He looked like all the blood had left him and that...

He already looked dead.

Oh Mother.

Please don’t die. I swear I won’t ever be meant to you ever again.

I won’t argue or do naughty things or be a bad son.

I’m sorry for what I did.

I’m sorry I was bad to you, Mother.

So please get better.

And, and I’m sorry for throwing that cup at you and saying mean things. And thinking that you didn’t care to protect us.

You did, Mother. You did, and you got hurt because of it.

And I...

I was going to be a big brother. I was going to teach and lead and protect my little sisters.

It’s a Big Brother’s duty to protect their little siblings, right?

I can’t now. They’re dead, and it’s too late to protect them.

Father killed them. Just like he almost killed you.

I hate him, Mother. I hate Father.

And I’m scared of him. He was scary last time when he hit you, he was scary when he yelled at me for breaking Grandfather’s cup, and he’s even scarier now.

I won’t let him hurt you again.

I promise you, Mother.

I will protect you.

So please get better and wake up, okay?

I love you, Mother.

Re: His Mother's Son 15

[(Anonymous)]

Again poor Haytham and poor Connor, if only Grandpa Haytham were alive he'd take them away from this hostile home environment Charles has created. Speaking of Charles, I wonder if he's worried that Connor will leave him once he wakes... after all didn't he break one of his promises of being a good father to Haytham?

Re: His Mother's Son 15

[(Anonymous)]

The promises were more one thing in exchange for another. Connor made a string of promises in return to the promises Charles made him. So Connor will cease standing by him (support, etc).

It leads to Connor and Haytham playing the long game, so to speak. :)

His Mother's Son 16

[(Anonymous)]

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12


It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote.

Mother hasn’t woken yet. He’s still sleeping.

Doctor White is staying with us as a guest so that he can check on Mother every day. I keep hoping that he’ll say that Mother’s better, but...

He’s not.

Doctor White’s very careful around him, and he says there’s been no change.

To tell you the truth, Journal, I don’t know what to do with myself. I worry about Mother all the time. I try to help out Doctor White and make things more comfortable for Mother, but there’s really not much to do.

I wish I could do something, anything.

I feel so useless.

Father isn’t around much anymore. He left for the court a couple of weeks ago and the servants say he’s been staying at the townhouse ever since. They say that the public unrest is getting worse, and that it’s sad and noble that he’s putting the nation first.

I don’t like it when they say this. It’s not noble. Father has just always put work ahead of Mother.

He puts everything above Mother.

It’s disgusting. Mother’s hurt because of him, and he doesn’t even spend any time with Mother. Before he left, he wouldn’t even look at Mother.

I know he doesn’t care about Mother (because why else would he push Mother down the stairs when Mother’s about to have babies?), but I thought that he would at least be good enough to be at Mother’s side.

Make sure Mother’s okay.

Feel guilty about what he’s done.

But he doesn’t.

I don’t know him anymore. Was he ever the Father I thought he was? Was he ever the Husband to Mother that I thought he was?

A good Father wouldn’t have done what Father did. A good Husband wouldn’t have hurt Mother like that.

I always thought my parents’ marriage was perfect. Father was a strong and good, Mother was kind and wise and loving.

They used to say so, whenever we visited the city, before the people got mad at Father.

They used to tell me that I was lucky because my parents loved each other, and that was strange because Father was a King, and Kings don’t love. They said that Father’s advisors had told him to take mistresses, but that Father refused because he loved Mother so much. They told me how Father and Mother got married.

It sounded so amazing and awful. Father rescued Mother, who was a hero before he married Father, from the enemy when they killed the Alpha Mother was going to marry. They always said that it was lucky that Father rescued Mother because the enemy was going to do awful things to Mother, things they said I couldn’t know about.

Father was lucky enough to be close by and rescued Mother. Father must have always loved Mother, the people from Boston would tell me. Because they married that night.

I used to wish that my marriage would be like that. That I’d save the Omega I loved, and we’d marry to be like Father and Mother.

I can’t wish that now. Not with the way that Father’s treated Mother.

But I don’t understand. Father used to love Mother. Now, he’s hurt Mother. Now, he won’t even look at him when he’s badly hurt.

What happened to my parents? What went wrong?

Re: His Mother's Son 16

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my heart, especially the story of how Charles and Connor were married - and how happy it must have made Haytham all these years. Poor Connor, when he hears these stories about himself and just has to grit his teeth and bear through the lies.

Re: His Mother's Son 16

[(Anonymous)]

//cuddles poor Connor//

I am so mean to him. So, so, so mean to him.

Haytham will find that he actually wasn't wrong about some things with his father. Charles actually did come to genuinely care for and love Connor. But he's got entire years of subjugating Connor, and he still doesn't trust him completely. Connor does not love Charles. He tolerates him out of necessity and appreciates how he's actually a decent father most of the time (not recently though), but he cannot love him.

And he will despise him for the 180 that he did on their son.

His Mother's Son 17

[(Anonymous)]

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12


Father came home tonight. He greeted the servants, gave his coat to the man Ronald is training to be his successor and went directly to supper.

I was so shocked, I just stood there, even when he asked me how I and Spado and Mother had been doing for the past few weeks.

As if nothing had changed. As if Mother was still pale and sleeping in his bed.

It made me mad.

But when I was about to yell at Father, he turned away as if he wasn’t even interested.

What happened to my Father?

I don’t understand.

How can he go from a normal Father to...to...this thing?

This, what was that word that woman called Mr. Edwards again? Oh yes, callous bastard.

Mary was pushing me along to join Father at the table, so I followed him.

But I want you to know, Journal, I wasn’t happy about it. If Father wants to be this bad, then he can eat alone.

Most of supper was silent. Father was busy with his cheese and tea, and I was busy hating him.

Before he left, however, I felt I had to ask him what was on my mind.

You understand, don’t you Journal? I had to ask.

I had to try and understand.

I think I wanted there to be an explanation so much. Too much.

So I did ask him.

I asked him right as he was about to leave.

I asked him how he could hate Mother so much. I asked him what made him change his love into hate.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry.

It was different than last time. He didn’t yell, he didn’t throw anything, he didn’t hit me.

But he was silent for a long moment. And when he spoke, his voice was cold.

He said that I was wrong. He said that there was never any love between him and Mother, and that if it hadn’t been for me, Mother never even would have been here.

I don’t, I don’t understand Journal.

How could he say something like that? I know he loved Mother. I know Mother cared for him, too.

So how can he say that there was never any love between them? That the only reason they’re together is because of me?

What about the visits to the village? Mother helping Father solve some of the earlier problems with money? That time Mother fell asleep, and Father put his own coat over Mother so he wouldn’t get sick?

How could he say they never loved each other?

I asked him that. I pointed out these things, and I waited for him to give me the true reason.

I’m mad at him, and I think he’s been very bad to Mother, but it wasn’t always like this. If I could fix it, if I could fix what’s wrong so that things would go back the way they used to be...

We were a good family. I know it.

But Father shook his head.

He said that I had my head full of fanciful ideas, and that he clearly needed to begin training me in Templar affairs so that I would get rid of these fairytales.

Something’s wrong, Journal. More wrong than I thought.

I...

I can’t let things go on like this.

I must find out the truth.

I must find out what happened.

And I will fix this.