[No Desmond did not, in fact, need to see Altair looking like that but it's not like the havens have ever taken into account what Desmond wants and needs. Or home really so this is the status quo that is his life.
Desmond's honestly not used to Altair bleeding because he remembers the way the old Animus functioned - an old man limping, sure, but this is actually worrying and the stupid face he makes with eyes like saucers is probably hilarious in any other situation.]
What the hell happened? Do you need a doctor? Or healer? Where are you, I can call someone to fix that before you pass out.
[ It's nothing Desmond doesn't see in the mirror so you know what, deal with it. In the meantime Altaïr spares the rune another glance as he goes for Maria's pack and the salve they hadn't needed to try until now. ]
Whatever madness is taking hold of the havens has touched Maria. She does not remember me, and has the appearance of an enemy. [ Bright red, which is a shock to wake up to and probably the only reason he's not mortally wounded right now. And now thanks to the injury he's going to have to ambush her if he wants any hope of subduing her. ]
[Just for the record it's the blood he objects to and not seeing a) a dude this undressed and b) basically what he sees in the mirror.
Actually he has one minor objection to the second point because he really needs to work out more Altair so he can accurately be your twin. That's for another day.]
Oh jesus christ, this is fucking awesome I mean this family never catches a break. Ever. Just letting you in on that now, our lives suck. Even here! Aside from being an enemy was anything else different? I'm kind of scared to talk to her right now, I did and she noticed the face thing and she's yelling sorcery.
[Your girl is stealing your lines gramps, is that good or bad?]
[ One day Malik will have to talk whilst seated and he'll wear a hole in the floor. ]
The Brotherhood flourishes, stronger and more prosperous than we were under Al Mualim. [ It's less conceit and more fact, but no they fought for it and he's permitted some pride. But his expression clouds as Malik continues. ]
I am sure there is. Against the magic and machinery I have seen here, the Apple is nothing. But we cannot know what will happen if it is destroyed in this world, when it is necessary for the future of ours.
[Someone will have to make that happen, because he isn't about to sit of his own choice. And, while he's relieved to hear that the brotherhood manages, despite the loss of Al Mualim (perhaps because he was brought down) everything Altair says next keeps him from celebrating it.]
So I am told. [ And he is conflicted still. But that won't change for decades yet, really, so he straightens. Whilst they're on the topic: ]
I have looked into it since, but it is silent on the crisis facing us now- the 'World-Eater'. Whether that was a limitation placed on it by Those Who Came Before, or if they simply did not know what was to come...
what do uyo think oh so scholarly lone? both. i was honest with oyu and i likde maria, gi think i like ysou but i don't know for sure right now . i knofw i don't know her wbell but sometimes bad thsgni happen aynd cnot every man is kind to a woman when she's hims tcaptive and she said she ovsle vyou so taht's kind of a thing
[Look she is trying to back up a fellow lady here okay. Also she is very drunk and weirdly homesick so deal with it.
[ He almost loses his temper at that indirect accusation. Maria had been snide about the possibility at the time, but that had been a power play against him to insult his honour, and a transparent one at that; he'd only found it amusing. He types out I have killed such men, but erases it and takes a few minutes to remember that she's only trying to defend Maria. It's a sentiment he can appreciate, no matter how misplaced. ]
[ Okay. He's taken some deep breaths and thought out a response. If there are more angry texts from Araceli he ignores them. ]
I will not deny that I admired and respected her even then. I was arrogant enough to think that I could sway her loyalties, even knowing how much she valued that part of herself. If she had any complaint about my behaviour as her captor, it was that I talked for too long about matters she cared nothing about.
[Look at it from the perspective of a young woman who has recently spent over a week in Erenova learning the ins and outs of the place, where people are preyed on by both slavers and gangs, the flinty-eyed people of the docks reminding her of the people of Zimevur when they come to Castileos, hard and hungry and willing to do most anything.
She's heard bad stories of what can happen to women held captive by men, even in her own country when such instances are mercifully rare.
She's a touch more sober when she finally replies - it's a good few hours later after she's slept because she'd rather go back to the wheel just now. Even if Manfred said they were fine she won't rest easy until every former slave has walked off the ship in Seahaven to make their own way in the world.]
but yyou did - the talking bit - b because she said something like that, about not fbeing what they seemekd but i could say the same albout you maybe. because hse said...what did she say...ah! not what they seemeyd or not anymore, she didn't know.
[ He's insulted by her distrust, honestly. Instead of going around in circles or fending off accusations he can barely read, he just signs off. He'll deal with this when she's back in Seahaven. ]
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