Haytham: Do you like it here, Charles?
Charles: There’s a certain charm to Boston, I suppose. To all of the colonies, really. Granted, their cities have none of London’s sophistication or splendour, but the people are earnest and hard-working. They’ve a pioneer spirit that I find compelling.
Haytham: It’s quite something really - watching a place that’s finally found its feet.
Charles: Has it though? The French still wage war from up North. And I fear that Spanish have designs upon this place as well… Is this a new world? Or just another battlefield?
Haytham: Ah, that’s a story as old as time itself, and one that’s not likely to change. We’re cruel and desperate creatures, set in our conquering ways. The Saxons and the Franks. The Ottomans and the Safavids. I could go on for hours. The whole of human history is but a series of conflicts and subjugations. A desire for more, and more, and more.
Charles: I pray we one day rise above it.
Haytham: Whilst you pray, I’ll act. We’ll see who finds success first, hmm?
Charles: It was an expression.
Haytham: Aye. And a dangerous one. Words have power. Wield them wisely.