Altaïr: Your work here is finished.

Majd: No, no! It had only just begun!

Altaïr: Tell me, what’s your part in all of this? Do you intend to defend yourself as the others have and explain away your evil deeds?

Majd: The Brotherhood wanted the city. I wanted power. There was… an opportunity.

Altaïr: An opportunity to murder innocents.

Majd: Not so innocent. Dissident voices cut deep as steel. They disrupt order. In this, I do agree with the Brotherhood.

Altaïr: You’d kill people simply for believing differently than you!

Majd: Of course not! I killed them because I could, because it was fun! Do you know what it feels like, to determine another man’s fate? And did you see the way the people cheered? The way they feared me? I was like a God! You’d have done the same if you could. Such power!

Altaïr: Once perhaps. But then I learned what becomes of those who lift themselves above others.

Majd: And what is that?

Altaïr: Here, let me show you.

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Haytham: So, a question for you: why medicine?

Church: I’m supposed to tell you I care for my fellow man – right? That I chose this path because it allows me to accomplish a greater good.

Haytham: Are these things not true? 

Church: Perhaps. But that’s not what guided me. No… for me it was a less abstract thing. I like money.

Haytham: There are other paths to fortune.

Church: Aye, but what better ware to peddle than LIFE? Nothing else is as precious – nor so desperately craved. And no price is too great for the man or woman who fears an abrupt and permanent end.

Haytham: Your words are cruel, Benjamin.

Church: But true as well.

Haytham: You took an oath to help people, did you not?

Church: I abide by the oath, which makes no mention of price. I merely require compensation – fair compensation – for my services.

Haytham: And if they lack the required fund?

Church: Then there are others who will serve them. Does a baker grant free bread to a beggar? Does the tailor offer a dress to the woman who cannot afford to pay? No. Why should I?

Haytham: You said it yourself, nothing is more precious than life.

Church: Indeed. All the more reason one should ensure one has the means to preserve it.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: What would you have us do, mother? We have no choice but to fight.

Kaniehtí:io: I know. I have something that will help. Something from your father. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton: My father?

Kaniehtí:io: He left it for you long ago, before he died.