"[Connor: Where are the supplies you stole?] Go to Hell. [Connor: I ask again: where are the supplies?] On the island yonder, awaiting pickup. But you've no right to it. It isn't yours. [Connor: No, not mine. Those supplies are meant for men and women who believe in something bigger than themselves. Who fight and die that one day they might be free from tyranny such as you.] Are these the same men and women who fight with muskets forged from British steel? Who bind their wounds with bandages sewn by British hands. How convenient for them. We do the work. They reap the rewards. [Connor: You spin a story to excuse your crimes. As though you're the innocent one and they the thieves.] It's all a matter of perspective. There is no single path through life that's right and fair and does no harm. Do you truly think the Crown has no cause? No right to feel betrayed? You should know better than this, dedicated as you are to fighting Templars - who themselves see their work as just. Think on that the next time you insist your work alone befits the greater good. Your enemy would beg to differ - and would not be without cause. [Connor: Your words may have been sincere, but that does not make them true.]"