[Waver stopped as Edward did, tilting his head curiously. Had he said something wrong and not realized it, or had his estimation been more correct than he realized? Given that Edward started walking again, it seemed to be the latter; following along with him, the question was considered carefully.]
Maybe not every desire. Sometimes what one thinks they want isn't what they're really after, or it isn't what they need out of life. I think when one finds a desire worth chasing and dedicating all their life's work to in order to shape their own fate...you just kind of know when you see it.
[Edward mulls this over for a moment, before he decides: well, he trusts Waver not to blab to anyone but Diarmuid, and Dia's damn good at keeping secrets himself. So.]
I wasn't talking about you as a pirate. You'd make a terrible one, aye. [He pauses, then smiles.] But Mary, the one I knew, was...part of something else that held to a higher code than the ones we pirates drew up for each ship.
This ain't something you can tell to just anyone, by the way. The group she belonged to could be a rather touchy and secretive lot. They called themselves the Assassins—an order of people from all walks of life, coming together because they believed in something like what you just told me. "A fondness for life and liberty," she said, and that fondness meant they would defend it to the death. Theirs, or someone else's.
[He pauses after a moment.]
Again: you can't tell anyone what I've just told you. Save Diarmuid, of course. [You guys are so close Edward would be surprised if Waver didn't tell him about this.] Mary vouched for me, which is how I didn't die after I offended them greatly.
...So that's why you were so on edge when I talked about the Association. [The antithesis of personal freedom, holding recognition and advancement as the priority over all else. Given the wild opposites it sounded like they were, it made more sense now.]
Don't worry, I won't say a word. Technically I shouldn't be talking about the Clock Tower either, but that's my own problem.
They sounded like exactly the sort of people the Assassins would and did fight against. [Another pause.] There's really a bit more than that, but I've said more than enough for the town Assassin to hang me by my toes from the Jackdaw's bowsprit.
[Arno, he means Arno. Not himself—he doesn't count as an Assassin, really, despite the robes and the blades and the Creed that has dug itself into his head and refuses to leave.]
Well, it ain't like the Clock Tower's here, so you're safe enough.
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Maybe not every desire. Sometimes what one thinks they want isn't what they're really after, or it isn't what they need out of life. I think when one finds a desire worth chasing and dedicating all their life's work to in order to shape their own fate...you just kind of know when you see it.
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[Even the laugh that accompanies his light joke sounds a little weak to his own ears. He has...a lot to think about.]
Do you know something, Waver? Mary'd love you.
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[A smirk flashed across Waver's face, trying to lighten the atmosphere with a nudge to Edward's shoulder.]
Where's that high praise coming from, Captain? I'd make a terrible pirate. Hate water, won't eat fish, can't even swim all that well.
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I wasn't talking about you as a pirate. You'd make a terrible one, aye. [He pauses, then smiles.] But Mary, the one I knew, was...part of something else that held to a higher code than the ones we pirates drew up for each ship.
This ain't something you can tell to just anyone, by the way. The group she belonged to could be a rather touchy and secretive lot. They called themselves the Assassins—an order of people from all walks of life, coming together because they believed in something like what you just told me. "A fondness for life and liberty," she said, and that fondness meant they would defend it to the death. Theirs, or someone else's.
[He pauses after a moment.]
Again: you can't tell anyone what I've just told you. Save Diarmuid, of course. [You guys are so close Edward would be surprised if Waver didn't tell him about this.] Mary vouched for me, which is how I didn't die after I offended them greatly.
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Don't worry, I won't say a word. Technically I shouldn't be talking about the Clock Tower either, but that's my own problem.
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[Arno, he means Arno. Not himself—he doesn't count as an Assassin, really, despite the robes and the blades and the Creed that has dug itself into his head and refuses to leave.]
Well, it ain't like the Clock Tower's here, so you're safe enough.
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[A shrug.]
Not a word, promise.