"What are you trying to do?" Carlos instantly went on guard. "If you want to recruit me into the Knights Templar Order, I can consider it, but Wesley must never be involved!"
"This isn't a matter of what I want." Zhou Yi studied the wineglass in his hand. "You don't think Sloan doesn't know you have a son, do you?"
"After you betray the Assassin Brotherhood, do you think Sloan will set his sights on your son?"
"Would he do something to your son? Use him to threaten you, perhaps? Or even take him back to the Assassin Brotherhood, train him, mislead him into believing you're his enemy, and then send him after you?"
"If everything I said happens, would you be able to raise a hand against him, Carlos? When you face Wesley, your own son, what would you do? Do you think he'd believe you, or the Assassin Alliance that raised him?"
"...Then I don't have to betray the Assassin Alliance." Carlos considered it before speaking.
"We're adults. Don't say something so childish, Carlos. I know what kind of person you are, or I wouldn't have come looking for you," Zhou Yi said.
"In my view, you're one of the few people in the Assassin Brotherhood who still believe in 'kill one to save a thousand,' and who won't betray that belief or run away because of profit or fear of death."
"So, once you discover Sloan's problem, whether I exist or not, whether you consider Wesley or not, you'll stand against Sloan. And when facing Sloan, who controls the Loom, you'll become the so-called 'traitor.'"
"That's why I came to you."
"..." Carlos fell silent, staring at Zhou Yi for a long while.
"If—if everything really is as you say," Carlos finally said after a long time,