[Oh, he knows that well. He learned his lesson on it not too long ago—there are things that don't change over the long years between Altaïr's time and Jacob's.
The jab about his sister actually stings, though Jacob knows Altaïr doesn't exactly mean it. He lets it sting, lets the real hurt seep into his voice to sell this better:]
You don't know shite about my time, and you know even less about the Assassins now. The Templars have slithered into power while we wasted away in Croydon, unable to act because we're stuck in the bleeding past. If not for us, if not for me, then London would still be in their hands!
[Maybe a couple of months ago he would've believed that, but here and now, Jacob knows better. Still, it's easy to summon up the old urge to make haste and destroy the Templars' power base.]
Do you think my sister would be able to tear herself away from all these books and all this magic for long enough to do anything useful? The whole time I was out there killing Templars, she was off chasing leads on some magic artifact!
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The jab about his sister actually stings, though Jacob knows Altaïr doesn't exactly mean it. He lets it sting, lets the real hurt seep into his voice to sell this better:]
You don't know shite about my time, and you know even less about the Assassins now. The Templars have slithered into power while we wasted away in Croydon, unable to act because we're stuck in the bleeding past. If not for us, if not for me, then London would still be in their hands!
[Maybe a couple of months ago he would've believed that, but here and now, Jacob knows better. Still, it's easy to summon up the old urge to make haste and destroy the Templars' power base.]
Do you think my sister would be able to tear herself away from all these books and all this magic for long enough to do anything useful? The whole time I was out there killing Templars, she was off chasing leads on some magic artifact!