Haytham Kenway's Journal - January 10th

It has been just over a week, and already I am making progress with my son.  He seems to listen to me quite a bit more now, and he's seeing us on a level I never thought possible, as 'father and son' rather than 'Templar and Assassin'. Given, I am seeing things in such a way as well, a small fall-back in my plan. Though when I look into it, take everything into consideration. The more he trusts me, the more I can trust him, right?

Though, I can admit here, and only here, that I am growing to gain quite a fondness for this boy, irritating and thick-headed as he is. Perhaps this could work, I would like to believe that it can. The boy reminds me of his mother, the same strong will and fire that she had in her eyes shines brighter than flames in his. It hurts sometimes, to  look into those eyes and think of Ziio.

Speaking of, it was her that truly brought us together, sitting at the table as I was treating him to a meal. We spoke of his mother, and for the first time in quite a long time,--twenty years perhaps?--I felt pain at the thought of Ziio. Knowing now of her loss and hearing the tales of Connor's youth brings a lot out, makes me think quite a bit of what could have been, if only Ziio had let me stay in her life.

Though I suppose we cannot dwell upon the past now, can we? We all need to look forward into a brighter tomorrow, one that I soon hope to hold the key to with the help of my son. I can only hope that he will believe me when I say that I am not using him, because truly, and I feel so odd saying it, writing it, even thinking it, but truly, I am not using the boy. I am enjoying my time to get to know him, to see the spark his mother left in him, and I know that if I can grow close to him, the team Kenway can be unstoppable in whatever we do, not as Templars, but as father and son.