“It struck me that this might be my final journal entry; these words, my last. I hope that Connor, my own son, will read this journal, and perhaps, when he knows a little about my own journey through life, understand me, maybe even forgive me. My own path was pavid with lies, my mistrust forged from treachery. But my father never lied to me and, with this journal, I preserve that custum. I present the truth, Connor, that you may do with it as you will.”
- Haytham E. Kenway, 16th September 1781, New York. [X]
there’s a room where the light won’t find you. holding hands while the w a l l s c o m e t u m b l i n g d o w n . when they do
I ’ l l b e r i g h t b e h i n d y o u
everybody wants to rule t h e w o r l d .
I know this is a Haytham Kenway tumblr,but AIDEN PEARCE OH GOD. SO HOT HE IS RUINING MY LIFE.
I imagine Ziio went through a long winter, carrying a child and without Haytham around