#i should maybe apologize to edward for adding more onto the shitshow that's his life but like. hey.

[piratekenway]

“Say that I believe you,” he says. “What are you doing here? Ensuring Church’s stolen supplies make it to the Redcoats?”

“No,” says Edward. “Funny story, he actually turned on the Templars—they’re working against the British. I suppose shaping the birth of a nation according to their ideals is just too appealing to them to resist.” He nods to the wintry landscape outside, the snow blanketing the ground and the trees beyond this old forgotten church, and says, “You want the supplies he’s stolen, Birch wants him dead, and personally, the man stole my blowpipe while I was sleeping on his way out, so all our interests are aligned. For once.”

“For once,” Ratonhnhaké:ton echoes. “So you propose a truce?”

“I propose we work together to track down Church and those supplies,” says Edward. “You can even have him if you want, Birch won’t care how it happens so long as he’s not a pain in his arse anymore.”

“Some time together would do us good,” Ratonhnhaké:ton concludes. “If you are my grandfather, and your sealskin is in Birch’s hands, then any information you have about the Templars will help us draw one step closer to destroying them, and freeing you.”

Sorrow flickers over Edward’s face then, his eyes slipping from Ratonhnhaké:ton down to the floor. “There’s no freeing me,” he says, quietly. “I accepted that long ago. But aye, I’ll give what information I can.” He looks up again, the sorrow carefully hidden away. “There’s perks to these people seeing me as a beaten dog,” he says, wryly.