Kenway - DuCasse Assassination

DuCasse emerged from the tent, swearing in French, shouting for someone, anyone, to put out the fire. Coughing, spluttering, he waved his hand in front of his face to clear smoke and choking particles of flaming soot and peered into the fog.
And standing in front of him he saw me.
And I know that he recognized me because he said so. ‘You’ was the only word he said before I drove my blade into him.
My blade hadn’t made a sound.
‘You remember the gift you gave me?’ It made a slight sucking noise as I pulled it from his chest. ‘Well, it answers just fine.’
‘You son of a whore.’ He coughed and blood speckled his face. Around us rained the flaming shot like satanic snow.
‘As bold as a musket ball, and still half as sharp,’ he managed as the life drained from him.
‘I’m sorry about this, mate. But I can’t risk you telling your Templar friends about me still kicking around.’
‘I pity you, buccaneer. After all you have seen, after all we showed you of our Order, still you embrace the life of an ignorant and aimless rogue.’
Round his neck I saw something I hadn’t seen before. A key on a chain. I yanked it and it came away easily in my fingers.
‘Is petty larceny the extent of your ambition?’ he mocked. ‘Have you no mind to comprehend the scope of ours? All the empires on earth, abolished! A free and opened world, without parasites like you.’
He closed his eyes, dying. His last words were, ‘May the hell you find be of your own making.’

Assassin’s Creed Black Flag, Chapter 34