I was free, but at the same time I had always been a slave of nobody but myself. Never ever had I wanted to realize that, never in the world was it something, I would have wanted to know. But now, after this... incident, I did. I knew everything, everything about me, myself and my own stupidity, everything I had done wrong or right. Well, no, I did not know what I had done wrong or right, after all. Nobody knew that and nobody could ever know.

Day for day, I had always been doing the same. 

Conquering, murdering, erasing. I had been the one to steal a lot of money and goods, just taking them away from innocent people. Never could I imagine feeling the fear and panic when not knowing how to feed a family, just because the goods were to expensive, since there weren't enough anymore. Because of me. Now I felt it, I felt all the hungry cries of babies and children, not knowing why they wouldn't get food, the screams of women, getting beat up by their angry and hungry husbands. I had never been hungry.

Day for day, I had always been doing the same.

Conquering, murdering, erasing. I had been the one to kill a lot of innocent people, some did deserve it, but most of them didn't, not at all. Feeling the pain they must've felt when getting killed out of nowhere - I could never imagine it, but right now I could. I felt all the screams, all the scared faces and looks in their eyes, when I had pointed my small guns at them. They bowed down, got on their knees and cried for me to stop. I enjoyed it. 

Day for day, I had always been doing the same.

Conquering, murdering, erasing. I had been the one to erase whole cities and towns, shooting them and getting all of the massive stone and wood to fall and break. I heard all the screams and paniced cries of the inhabitants, having lost their home, their loved ones, everything they had. Corpses filled the streets, crying children standing next to them. Humans running, falling, dying. All of this, and all of this every single day. It felt not good, but at the same time not bad, since I knew I would get a lot of money out of destroying a whole town. Now, it felt very bad. 

I was rich, but at what cost?

I lost my wife, my beautiful wife, I lost everyone I liked and loved. I gained new comrades, just to not give a fuck when they died. I did not care about anyone and everything at all. Now I did, but now it was way too late to regret and say sorry. Not that saying sorry would've made anything better at all, apologies were and had always been useless.

See, at the end of the day, I haven't done anything else than thousands of other man.

But that was not an excuse, because I wanted to be something else.

Someone else, someone better, someone who did it right.

It was time to become a farmer again.

Right, Kenway?