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Growing up, Haytham knew his father was fiercely dedicated to the Creed, or rather what it could be. There was always room for improvement and control just as he saw fit.
The Father of Understanding always guided him but you were an exceptional distraction. If there was one thing Haytham was afraid, it was how much he would teetered on the lines of becoming Edward even as a Templar.
Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent.
But Haytham would strike down any who were a slight bother to you.
Hide in plain sight.
But he wanted to be present with you all the time.
Never compromise the Brotherhood.
If you would have asked him a lifetime ago, Haytham would have sailed anywhere with you away from the Templars.