1790
Entry 30: I have a son. Hannah went into labor in the early afternoon on October 30th and everything went fairly smooth. She and the child are healthy, both of them are now fast asleep in our room. We decided his name would be Noah, a name that Hannah has liked for the longest time. I like it aswell but it does not matter what his name is. When I held him in my arms for the first time I think it was the happiest I have ever been and I knew that I would do whatever it took to protect him from harm.
1791
Entry 31: It has been ten months since I last wrote in this journal and I must say I am glad that is the case. Because it suggests everything has been simple, which it has. Noah has been completely healthy which I am thankful for and actually uttered his coherent word to Hannah while I was away collecting the objects from Shay's hideout in New York. She says it was father, like he was asking for me. I suspect she is reading too much into it. When I arrived home Noah had climbed to his feet and stumbled his way over to me. I am proud of every small accomplishment he makes.
Entry 32: I have been looking over what I found in Shay's hideout and by far the most important object was a journal much like this one that belonged Shay. It spanned the last thirty years of his life from right around the fall of the brotherhood to just before his death and has again changed my perspective on who he was. It also holds the location of several precursor temples that I will have to let the assassin's around their respective locations know about.
Entry 33: It is September 16th 1791. A decade ago today I killed my father at Fort George. After his death I found his journal and learn how little I truly knew about him. That journal taught me who my father actually was and is one of the reasons I started this one, So that custom of truth may live on.