exsilium | énska [experimental video]

[The woman who has pressed record on this tablet looks as though perhaps she has made a mistake because she does not speak for a long time, and seems to make no effort to find any words. It has taken her some time to come to terms with where she is, how she has come to be here, but it does not mean she has to like it and there is no doubt in her mind that she does not like it here with its ruined land and cities.

And ruined people.

She has yet to venture into the room that has been set aside for her in the Initiative hold, wanting nothing from these people who have taken everything from her, and instead she is sitting by a fire she's set for herself in the shell of a building where someone- her son, her adult son- has set up a camp, curiously studying this tablet which is somehow able to allow people to communicate. Ratonhnhaké:ton- and it is still strange and hard for her to associate a full grown man with the four year old she left behind- had shown her how it worked, and she puts this newfound knowledge to the test as she looks at the device.

For a while that is all she does, wondering what it is that people say on such a thing... why they would want to even. Nothing about this world makes sense.

The fire crackles some, she seems to poke at it with a stick causing sparks to fly, and then the sound of the almost omnipresent rain is accompanied by the low grumble thunder. While she glances out at the gloom she shakes her head and speaks, the corner of her lips quirking up just a fraction as she does, though her voice low and calm.]

With weather like this I can see why the British would have wanted to take other lands for their own. Does it do nothing but rain in this place?

[It is hardly the most scintillating way to introduce oneself to the neighbours, but Kaniehtí:io does not have much experience with small talk.]

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I am not happy with this situation, but I intend on finding answers instead of simply fighting blindly. Who is to say those who are from here are not as much a victim as we are?

If they are victims then why do they do nothing and stand by while we are passed around like merchandise to fight something we have no part of?

Because not all victims are so keenly aware as we are, or they choose to not act for other reasons we can't understand.

That is where you are wrong. Victims might not act, but they are always aware if they really are victims, as you say. If they stand by and let it happen they are no better than the ones who do this to us.

Some do not have the courage or the ease to fight back.

[Which is why he and the Assassins existed, to fight back where innocents could not.]

They may not be better than those who do this to us, but it is never so easy as acting or not.

Then they are cowards. If it is worth fighting for then you find your courage to fight for it, even if you are the only one with nothing in your favour.

And if your courage finds you punished tenfold? Twentyfold? If you find that your courage is for nothing but to instill fear into everyone?

Better to be punished for trying than letting it happen and doing nothing to even try to stop it.

Some may agree, but too much is at stake to rebel so freely.

Too much is at stake not to.

And did you ever consider other methods?

I will do things the way I have always done them.

And if those things do not work? Will you give up? Or will you force it to work when it will only bring failure?

Then I will regroup and try again, as many times as I have to, until it does.

[Guerrilla tactics: they're how it's done.]

Then I wish you luck.

[Guerilla tactics: effective when useful to him.]

The same to you, though I will not need luck.

If you insist, then surely it won't be as such.

I would not rely on something as fickle as luck when my family's life is at stake.

And I did not say you would, only that luck should aid you for it be greater in your favor.

[She looks at him long and hard for a moment.]

Have you found much use for luck since you have been here?

Luck is something that changes from person to person. My luck is quite different from yours.

[In that he's run into two other Assassins and he still finds himself one piece. Odd circumstance or luck, or maybe both, it is what Ezio sees.]

[His luck could be worse. He could have run into Templars.]

And would you say yours is good or bad?

Neutral. I have yet to decide on how this luck will change.

[Erring on bad with how Connor and Altaïr nearly attacked each other upon their first meeting, but that is a detail he will not share with a stranger.]

You must have had bad luck to be brought here. My luck changed when I found my son here. Maybe you will find something to change yours.

[Her face relaxes a little.]

Or you could make your own luck.

So I intend. And I am glad you have found your son. Some here are not so lucky.

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