Haytham: There can be no further mistakes, Thomas. Am I understood?
Hickey: Wot about the Assassin?
E’s here. They put ‘im in the cell next to mine. Guess we didn’t quite get ’em all, eh?
Haytham: Deal with this, Charles.
Lee: At once, sir.
Hickey: Wot are we gonna do?
Lee: You’re that boy from the Continental Congress. Adams’ little lap dog. Hmmm, I think I have an idea… Yes. Two birds with one stone.
Hickey: Do tell.
Lee: All in good time. It’s not like the Assassin’s going anywhere. For now we should see about getting you better accommodations here.
Hickey: What are you on about? I thought I was gettin’ out.
Lee: I’m afraid you won’t be leaving for a while, thanks to Benjamin Tallmadge. He’s been running his mouth, saying all sorts of things. You’re being investigated for plotting to assassinate George Washington.
Hickey: What a bunch of bollocks! I thought you was gonna handle that.
Lee: We’ll discuss this ELSEWHERE.
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.
“I thought Templars were old dudes with funny hats who sat around drinking beer, plotting world domination with like the… lizard people.” – Desmond Miles
Haytham: Let’s not waste time with all this pointless banter. Go catch up with the rest of Church’s men. Infiltrate that camp of theirs and see what you can discover.
Connor: What about you?
Haytham: Never you mind. Just do as I ask.
Altaïr: Malik. Before I go, there’s something I should say.
Malik: Be out with it.
Altaïr: I’ve been a fool.
Malik: Normally I’d make no argument, but what is this? What are you talking about?
Altaïr: All this time, I never told you I was sorry. Too damn proud… you lost your arm because of me, lost Kadar. You had every right to be angry.
Malik: I do not accept your apology.
Altaïr: I understand.
Malik: No. You don’t. I do not accept your apology because you are not the same man who went with me into Solomon’s Temple. And so you have nothing to apologize for.
Altaïr: Malik…
Malik: Perhaps if I had not been so envious of you, I… would not have been so careless myself. I’m just as much to blame.
Altaïr: Don’t say such things.
Malik: We are one. As we share the glory of our victories, so too should we share the pain of our defeat. In this way we grow closer, we grow stronger.
Altaïr: Thank you, brother.
Malik: Rest if you need to, Altaïr, that you might be ready for what lies ahead.
“Speak sense Templar, or not at all!” – Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad
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