#anfiach

   He has succeeded in a way, even though in his OWN eyes he’s still failed. He’s failed his people, and his mother. He had been CHASING the wrong man for years, while the true  m o n s t e r  had been the one he had served faithfully. The one he had won many battles for; George Washington. While the his mother’s death was still BURNED into his memory, he had learned to forgive. The colonies would need the commander, that much he knew. He would gain nothing from killing him. 

      &&. after reading his father’s journal ( having entered the man’s home after his death. ) he had gained new insight on the man he had never truly KNOWN. The man that had earned his mother’s love somehow. The guilt of the Templar’s death would never leave him, yet his act of violence had been out of self defense, && nothing more. 

        While returning from the hunt on the HOMESTEAD, he was shocked to see a figure he did not recognize seated outside the old manor. Dropping the deer carcass, he canted his head to the side, fingers brushing his sheathed tomahawk before he made his way over to the man. Once closer, his eyes landed on the TEMPLAR symbol adorning his clothing. Was he here to kill him?  

             ‘ Mind givin’ me a hand with this? ’ 

As strong as Bishop is, this cart absolutely refuses to move an inch. It’s becoming a bit irritating, actually, and he’s starting to wish that Keezheekoni had stuck around a little longer before going to get supplies. With his luck though, he isn’t even all that sure that she’d be much help. Honestly, this is why he prefers to travel without these damn useless things.