He's not as quick as his sister, but Jacob is smart, at least sometimes. Not as smart as Evie perhaps, who seems to have memorised every book she's ever read, but he can understand complex concepts. Such as the true nature of the world he lives in, the secret truth about humanity that its better no one really knows. And that's why, when Marty confirms he's from the future, it's just a matter of putting it together.
If you know about what future events, you might try and somehow benefit them, or even stop them. That's certainly what the Assassins would do if they knew about Templar plans. But doing that will no doubt have an impact on the future, change things, and that probably wouldn't be good for the people from that future.
"That's the way it should be." Jacob says when Marty says hes never heard of him. Despite the fact he shouldn't care, he does. He runs the best gang in London, he crashed the English economy, none of that gets rememebered? Of course it doesn't. Work in the shadows to serve the light. That's what assassins do.
He mentally shakes himself- he didn't pick this life, he just has to live it. Evie does too. So does Henry. They all just have to do the job that's in front of them, and he knows that. He tells himself he's made his peace with it. He goes back to the conversation, his own eyes still looking over the tablets.
"You asked first. Said I had to be from some crazy timeline. It isn't that crazy to me, but 1986? Thats crazy. I'll be lucky if I make it to 1886." He'd be forty-two if he did. An old man, by assassins standards.
"Does everyone dress like that, when you're from? Bright colours and... whatever that fabric is." He means the jeans. He's never seen anything like that before.
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If you know about what future events, you might try and somehow benefit them, or even stop them. That's certainly what the Assassins would do if they knew about Templar plans. But doing that will no doubt have an impact on the future, change things, and that probably wouldn't be good for the people from that future.
"That's the way it should be." Jacob says when Marty says hes never heard of him. Despite the fact he shouldn't care, he does. He runs the best gang in London, he crashed the English economy, none of that gets rememebered? Of course it doesn't. Work in the shadows to serve the light. That's what assassins do.
He mentally shakes himself- he didn't pick this life, he just has to live it. Evie does too. So does Henry. They all just have to do the job that's in front of them, and he knows that. He tells himself he's made his peace with it. He goes back to the conversation, his own eyes still looking over the tablets.
"You asked first. Said I had to be from some crazy timeline. It isn't that crazy to me, but 1986? Thats crazy. I'll be lucky if I make it to 1886." He'd be forty-two if he did. An old man, by assassins standards.
"Does everyone dress like that, when you're from? Bright colours and... whatever that fabric is." He means the jeans. He's never seen anything like that before.