Haytham:Order. Purpose. Direction. No more than that. It's your lot that means to confound with this nonsense talk of freedom. Time was, the Assassins professed a far more sensible goal, that of peace.
Connor:Freedom IS peace.
Haytham:Oh, no. It's an invitation to chaos. Only look at this little revolution your friends have started. I have stood before the Continental Congress and listened to them stamp and shout. All in the name of liberty. But it is just noise.
Haytham:He understands the needs of this would-be nation far better than the jobbernowls who profess to represent it.
Connor:It seems your tongue has tasted sour grapes. The people have made their choice – and it was Washington.
Haytham:The people chose nothing. It was done by a group of privileged cowards seeking only to enrich themselves. They convened in private and made a decision that would benefit THEM. Oh, they might have dressed it up with pretty words, but that does not make it true. The only difference, Connor – the ONLY difference between myself and those you aid – is that I do not feign affection.
I don't disagree with some of Haytham's words, but most of them are foul.