My Father left those for me. Mother, Father, I am sorry I have failed you both. I made a promise to protect our people, I thought…I thought if I could stop the Templar’s, If I could keep the Revolution free from their influence. That those I supported would do what was right…..they did, I suppose; do what was right. What was right for THEM. As for you, Father! I thought I might unite us…that we would forget the past and forge a better future. In time I believe you can be made to see the world as I did, to understand….but it was just a dream. This too, I should have known. Were we not meant to live in peace then!? Is that it!? Are we born to argue!? To fight!? So many voices, each demanding something else. It has been hard at times, but never harder than today. To see all I worked for perverted, discarded, forgotten. You would say I have described the whole of history, Father. Are you smiling then? Hoping I might speak the words you long to hear? To validate you!? To say that all along you were right!? I will not! Even now faced as I am with the truth of your cold words, I REFUSE! Because I believe things can still change. I may NEVER succeed, the Assassins struggle for another thousand years in vain, but we will not stop! Compromise, that is what everyone has insisted upon. And so I have learned it, but differently than most I think. I realize now that it will take time, that the road ahead is long and shrouded in darkness, it is a road which will not always take me where I wish to go and I doubt I will live to see it’s end, but I will travel down it nonetheless. For at my side walks hope. In the face of all that insists I turn back, I carry on. THIS….This IS my Compromise!
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