As his dead body lay on the dusty ground I had so many questions flying around in my head. He died by my own hand but it was all for the best. After all, he was Templar and I an Assassin. That was enough to kill him by. The questions though, they plagued my mind.
What would life have been like if he had stuck around when I was young?
Would I have grown up differently? Would I be a Templar instead of an Assassin? Would mother still be alive?
I had no words for him when I plunged my blade into his jaw. Only "Goodbye Father". He said he was proud of me but how can one be proud of someone they hardly know? Things could have been different. We could have had a different outcome; it didn't have to end like this. All I have of him now is his journal. Will reading it give me a clearer conscience about what life would have been like or why he did what he did? Would I even read it at all?
What of the people he killed? Why was he such a ruthless and cold-blooded killer? I now see where I got my drive from. These things should un-nerve me but they don't. I feel empty of any doubt or feeling towards him.
I don't get it though, he was my father and I his son. Why didn't he make more of an effort to see me when I was younger? Why did he trust Charles lee so much? Why would he let Lee burn down my village and murder my mother? The woman he so-called loved and fathered a child by.
So many questions, I didn't know it would be like this. I thought that putting an end to him would lift a great deal of weight off my shoulders but while I feel no sense of loss the questions flood my head like a great dam.
If I could ask him one more question though, It would be Why?