Tag: Maria Thorpe

Altaïr: I would see your eyes before you die.

Maria: I sense you expected someone else.

Altaïr: What sorcery is this?!

Maria: No sorcery. We knew you’d come. Robert needed to be sure he’d have time to get away.

Altaïr: So he flees!

Maria: We cannot deny your success. You have laid waste to our plans. First the treasure, then our men. Control of the Holy Land slipped away. But then he saw an opportunity, to reclaim what has been stolen, to turn your victories to our advantage.

Altaïr: Al Mualim still holds your treasure, and we’ve routed your army before. Whatever Robert plans, he’ll fail again.

Maria: Ah, but it’s not just Templars you’ll contend with now.

Altaïr: Speak sense!

Maria: Robert rides for Arsuf to plead his case that Saracen and Crusader unite against the Assassins.

Altaïr: That will never happen! They have no reason to.

Maria: Had perhaps. But now you’ve given them one. Nine in fact. The bodies you’ve left behind, victims on both sides. You’ve made the Assassins an enemy in common and ensured the annihilation of your entire Order. Well done.

Altaïr: Not nine. Eight.

Maria: What do you mean?

Altaïr: You are not my target. I will not take your life. You’re free to go, but do not follow me.

Maria: I don’t need to. You’re already too late.

Altaïr: We’ll see.

Maria: What does it tell you? What do you see?

Altaïr: Strange visions and messages. Of ones who came before, of their rise, and their fall…

Maria: But what happens to us, Altaïr? To our family! What does the Apple say?

Altaïr: Who were the ones who came before? What brought them here? How long ago?

Maria: Get rid of that thing!

Altaïr: This is my duty, Maria!

Altaïr: Look at this place. Masyaf is a shadow of its former self.

Maria: We have been away for a long time.

Altaïr: But not in hiding. The Mongol threat demanded our attention, and we rode to meet it. What man here can say the same?

Maria: Where is our eldest son? Does Darim know his brother is dead?

Altaïr: I sent him a message four days ago. With luck it has reached him already.

Abbas…I almost pity him. He wears his grudge like a cloak.

Maria: His wound is deep. It will help him to hear the truth.

Altaïr: As I walk these streets, I sense a great fear in the people, not love.

Maria: Abbas has dismantled this place, and robbed it of all joy.

Altaïr: We may be walking to our doom, Maria.

Maria: We may. But we walk together.

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Altaïr: The Templars have retaken their archive on Cyprus. Abbas sent no reinforcements. It was a massacre.

Maria: Oh my God…

Altaïr: Maria, when we left Masyaf ten years ago, this Order was strong. But all our progress has been undone.

Maria: Abbas must answer for this.

Altaïr: Answer to whom? The Assassins obey only his command now.

Maria: Resist your desire for revenge, Altaïr. Speak truth and they will see their error.

Altaïr: He executed our youngest son, Maria! He deserves to die!

Maria: Perhaps. But if you cannot win back the Order by honorable means, its foundation will crumble.

Altaïr: You are right. Thirty years ago I let passion overtake my reason. And it caused a rift that has never fully healed.

Maria: Speak reasonably, and reasonable men will listen.

Altaïr: Some will, but not Abbas. I should have expelled him thirty years ago when he tried to steal the Apple.

Maria: But you earned the respect of the other Assassins because you let him stay.

Altaïr: How do you know this? You were not there.

Maria: I married a masterful storyteller.