"Altair please, I really don't think this is a good ide-"
"Malik!" The hooded assassin turned to his dearest friend and most trusted comrade, a fierce fire burning in his amber glare.
"This is something I need to do. It has been two years since I have killed the Master-"
Even now Altair referred to the treacherous Al Mualim, the closest thing he ever had to a father figure, with respect.
"-two years since we recovered the Apple, two years since you lost your brother and your arm over a dangerous relic and my own stupidity."
Malik opened his mouth to protest, to remind Altair that he forgave him for the terrors that transpired within Solomon's Temple, an event that seemed so long ago in his mind.
Altair raised his hand, stopping the rafiq from repeating words that he had heard many times before, words he did not believe he truly deserved and could therefore never truly accept them.
"I know you no longer blame me what I did, I was a proud, rash, and foolish excuse for an assassin then bu