Ironic, that they intended to safeguard these children through such violence, that their strict codes were intended to preserve freedom, that their blind faith in this hope was so similar to the blind faith keeping everyone in the Capitol under control. Were they so different from the ones they claimed to fight? Altaïr's existence and the existence of this very conflict seemed to say so.

In trying to find out the motives of his targets, he sometimes found himself feeling sorry for them. He knew this was part of his humanity surfacing. He had no satisfactory answer as to why they must give that up piece by piece. Even if he did, he would be delving further into seditious talk that was sure to get them both arrested.

"Safety and peace, Alain," he uttered the farewell as he rose smoothly to his feet.