A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Connor went all boss on Haytham last chapter, let's see what's in store for poor old Haytham. =D
Decisions
Chapter 7: All My Fault
Haytham's POV
It takes all my strength to not chase the boy after he leaves. As much as I may hate it, he's made his decision. My heir, the next leader to the Templars, has now vanished. Gone off to be the enemy: an Assassin. I should be taking some sort of action for the Order, but all I can think about is my son's betrayal. I fostered and loved him for fifteen years; fifteen wonderful years. Why? Why would he leave? He has always been a spirited young man, but never one to go against blood. He must understand why Templars did such unspeakable things. All to protect this pitiful Earth, he should see that. But, he doesn't. In his eyes, I have done nothing but lied. Which I must say is almost completely true.
I attempt to push him from my mind, but he keeps finding a way to force himself right back into my thoughts. My own son, gone from my grasp. Now my enemy, now my target. I try to think of things to busy me. Work? Definitely not. Ziio? Not after this morning. Nothing seems to help. My boy has left and he's not coming back. Connor has made his decision, and there is nothing I can do to change his mind. His words replay in my head.
" Either join us once again or we will engage in a fight to the death eventually."
For a brief moment, I contemplate on what life would've been like had I stayed with the Assassins. Connor and I would not have the risk of killing each other and maybe the dark cloud looming over my head for my family would be gone. Maybe if I was an Assassin, I would be more compassionate and understanding. These are traits most of the Assassins possessed. When I was young, my father would go on for an eternity about "proper character"; how to be polite, how offer an extra hand, how to be there for someone. I can only truly be that way with my family, and I have a feeling that by tomorrow morning, that family will be totally demolished. And it would be all my fault.
A/N: Really short. Just Haytham bearing his soul a little bit.