Altaïr: You’ve nowhere to run now. Share your secrets with me.

Talal: My part is played. The Brotherhood is not so weak that my death will stop its work.

Altaïr: What Brotherhood?

Talal: Al Mualim is not the only one with designs upon the Holy Land. And that’s all you’ll have from me.

Altaïr: Then we are finished. Beg forgiveness from your God.

Talal: He’s long abandoned us. Long abandoned the men and women I took into my arms.

Altaïr: What do you mean?

Talal: Beggars, whores, addicts, lepers. Do they strike you as proper slaves? Unfit for even the most menial tasks? No. I took them not to sell, but to save! And yet you’d kill us all, for no other reason than it was asked of you.

Altaïr: No, you profit from the war, from lives lost and broken.

Talal: Yes, you would think that, ignorant as you are. Wall off your mind, eh? They say it’s what your kind do best. Do you see the irony in all this? No, not yet it seems. But you will.