The name came automatically, even in his confusion. He was starting to get exasperated by the mystery. He couldn't focus with all the steam drifting between them, but what could he do? He stopped his pursuit and stood still on the bank of the spring, waiting.
"...Look, if what you say is true-- if you really are Connor... then, you should understand."
Haytham rubbed his neck, smearing blood away. There was a mark, a pink scar, but not anything like a gash or hole. It looked... healed, despite the presence of somewhat fresh blood.
"You would understand that we have unfinished business, thanks to your sloppy aim."
The truth was that Connor's aim was perfectly lethal, and he had even thought so at the time. But how else could he explain his own life?
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The name came automatically, even in his confusion. He was starting to get exasperated by the mystery. He couldn't focus with all the steam drifting between them, but what could he do? He stopped his pursuit and stood still on the bank of the spring, waiting.
"...Look, if what you say is true-- if you really are Connor... then, you should understand."
Haytham rubbed his neck, smearing blood away. There was a mark, a pink scar, but not anything like a gash or hole. It looked... healed, despite the presence of somewhat fresh blood.
"You would understand that we have unfinished business, thanks to your sloppy aim."
The truth was that Connor's aim was perfectly lethal, and he had even thought so at the time. But how else could he explain his own life?