Assassin’s Creed // Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad, Malik Al-Sayf
I remember reading somewhere that, after the deaths of Maria, Sef, and Malik, Altair fell into a sort of depression. Part of me thinks that, during this time, he avoided doing certain things he had once done with those he cared for, one of those things being sharing a drink with Malik while discussing things about regarding the Masyaf, new weaponry, etc. It was a particular drink, shared within a particular sense of camaraderie that had formed between them over the years, a comforting union of enemies turned friends turned brothers. Though Malik had taught Altair forgiveness, Altair never truly learned how to forgive himself.
Years upon years later, when Altair feels himself nearing an enemy he can’t escape, he feels a sense of calm. Of acceptance. He knows he’ll see those whom he’d lost far too early soon enough. So he retrieves those familiar mugs he hadn’t touched in years. And while he sips a beverage that doesn’t quite taste the same during the calm of one warm evening, he feels that familiar sense of camaraderie once more.
Oops I drew a sad.
-this is not okay