When Connor goes into the kitchen around 6:00 to find something to eat, he's surprised to find Altair already there. His face is absolutely expressionless, but his body language leaves no doubt that something's gone wrong. "What happened?" he asks.
"Your grandfather," Altair says. "Is the most stubborn man I have ever met."
Connor takes a moment to consider the gravity of this statement. "You realize we have four different kinds of bread in the apartment?" Three assassins and one templar, living in a series of tiny apartments for ten months- there comes a point when it's just easier not to argue the small issues.
"I do," Altair says. "Edward is worse."
"So today didn't go well?" Connor asks.
"No," Altair says. "Where's everyone else?"
"Ezio hasn't come back yet," Connor says, and frowns. He actually would have expected Ezio back hours ago.
"What about your father?"
"He said he was going to get food," Connor says. The less said about that, the better- he's been on edge the entire day, and Connor is not looking forward to him finding out that they're no closer to finding anything out about his father. "What happened with Edward?"
"Nothing," Altair says.
"Nothing? You mean the animus didn't work, or-"
"It did," says Altair, and makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat. "Highest sync rate they've ever seen on the project, apparently."
"Well that makes sense," Connor says. "I mean, the whole project is based on the DNA they stole off Desmond's body."
Altair laughs- he doesn't laugh often, and it doesn't sound natural now. "Apparently it was a 'generous donation'," he says. "That's what they tell the employees, anyway." He shakes his head, and goes on. "So the animus worked, but Edward doesn't want to listen."
"What did you say to him?"
"He wouldn't let me that far into his head," Altair admits.
"But my father had that dream," says Connor. "He said Edward knew about all of... you know, this."
"Which is why," Altair sighs, "I will be going back in tomorrow, and the day after that, and however long it takes to get this figured out."
"I don't like this," Connor says. "One day in there- that's one thing. But we don't know how long this might take."
"Normally I would agree," Altair says. "But this is time travel."
"I hate time travel."
"We all hate time travel," Altair says. "It doesn't mean we can just ignore it and start making paradoxes. Besides, where else are we going to go? It's been ten months, and we still don't know where the assassins are-"
The apartment door opens and Ezio comes in, looking extremely excited about something. "I found the assassins," he announces.
Connor and Altair look at each other. "That couldn't have been timed better," Connor says.
Altair nods. "At least something good happened today."
"What happened?" Ezio asks. He's no longer smiling.
"Edward Kenway is the most stubborn man I've ever met," Altair says.
Ezio gives him a disbelieving look. "You know we have to get four kinds or bread, right?"