She still didn't know how old her son was. And a part of her didn't want a precise number. There was still the matter of trying to find out where she fit into his new life. Could a boy who lost his mother grow up adapting to the situation to the point where he no longer needed her? Even Haytham had sounded proud of him, and undoubtedly Ziio held a good deal of pride in Connor.
But she couldn't say if he needed guidance any longer, or if he did - if he needed hers. And that was about as conflicting as her feelings regarding his father and their bittersweet reunion.
"Haytham is, with me, as he ever was," she explained simply, knowing that Connor wouldn't fully understand.
For she'd never made a habit of speaking of the Brit much. Not that she'd ever gone far to badmouth him or display a good deal of dislike for him. Only that he was who he was. He was what he was, and it was not compatible with the life they were trying to live.
"There came to be you, Ratonhnhaké:ton, and I learned of your father's allegiances to the Templars. I sent him away from us on that day, that he'd never see us again. He upheld his word then. I see no reason why he would not uphold his word again. Not when it was I who spoke of it."
A simple implication that she seemed to earnestly believe Haytham would respect her request, just as he had four years prior for her. Perhaps changed in some ways, but not in all. Not when it came to matters of the heart, mayhap. And in that respect, he could prove to her he still had one.
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She still didn't know how old her son was. And a part of her didn't want a precise number. There was still the matter of trying to find out where she fit into his new life. Could a boy who lost his mother grow up adapting to the situation to the point where he no longer needed her? Even Haytham had sounded proud of him, and undoubtedly Ziio held a good deal of pride in Connor.
But she couldn't say if he needed guidance any longer, or if he did - if he needed hers. And that was about as conflicting as her feelings regarding his father and their bittersweet reunion.
"Haytham is, with me, as he ever was," she explained simply, knowing that Connor wouldn't fully understand.
For she'd never made a habit of speaking of the Brit much. Not that she'd ever gone far to badmouth him or display a good deal of dislike for him. Only that he was who he was. He was what he was, and it was not compatible with the life they were trying to live.
"There came to be you, Ratonhnhaké:ton, and I learned of your father's allegiances to the Templars. I sent him away from us on that day, that he'd never see us again. He upheld his word then. I see no reason why he would not uphold his word again. Not when it was I who spoke of it."
A simple implication that she seemed to earnestly believe Haytham would respect her request, just as he had four years prior for her. Perhaps changed in some ways, but not in all. Not when it came to matters of the heart, mayhap. And in that respect, he could prove to her he still had one.