Pierre Bellec felt his body fall to the cold stone of the church floor as the hidden blade pierced him. So this was what his many targets had felt. Above him stood Arno, panting, face twisted in an expression of anguish. Bellec gave a snort at his former pupil's display of emotion. "Losing your nerve, pisspot?"
Arno rounded on him, gritting his teeth. "Putain de bordel de merde, Bellec! You've lost your god-damned mind! We had a chance, a real chance to take down Germain and finally end this conflict, and you've shot it in the foot!"
Bellec laughed in defiance. "Peace with the Templars is a fantasy, pisspot. Your father would have known that. Your real father, not the Templar bastard that spawned that whore," he added with a nod in Elise's general direction.
"Oh is that how you want to play it?" Arno snapped. "You cared about him SO much, huh? Then where were you?! You were supposed to be brothers, and you let him die! Did you even know he had a son? Did you make any effort to find his killer, or were you too busy bouncing between prisons looking for your mad drawings?!"
"Don't you dare lecture me, boy!" Bellec roared. "I spent ten years tracking down his murderer to no avail. When he died, I felt as though I'd been stabbed by the same blade. When I found you I thought maybe I could finally make up for that failure, but instead you've thrown in with a Templar, one of the very people responsible for killing your father!"
Arno withdrew, pacing in frustration. "Oh, I see how it is now. You've used his death to justify it all, huh? Well let me tell you something, 'pisspot.' You're no better than the Templars behind all the chaos in France. You both think all the injuries of the past justify killing anyone you want in the name of progress."
"And you think you're better, is that is?" Bellec muttered. "Fine then. Try it your way, Dorian. And when you find yourself alone, surrounded by the ruins of the Assassins and of France, maybe then you'll realize... that some sacrifices... are necessary."
Bellec's body gave a shudder, before slumping to the ground dead. Arno took a shaky breath, before approaching his former mentor. "I will take the tools you have given me, and use them to forge the path I think best," he murmured. "Repose en paix." Closing Bellec's eyelids, Arno slowly rose to his feet. He stood there for a moment, looking at the old assassin's body. Then at last he turned towards the entrance of the church, towards Elise, towards the future.
