The nights in Masyaf were warm, but sometimes lonely and restless. When various thoughts and contradictions are swarming in my head, when there is a feeling inside that everything is not so clear.

«Nothing is true, everything is permitted»

Altair exhales heavily and closes his eyes for a moment. Right now, it didn't help or encourage, but rather, on the contrary, it hindered and confused. Perhaps he was just too tired of the innuendos from everyone around him. On the part of the overlord, on the part of the Brotherhood, on the part of his friends... In general, he had misunderstandings with himself. But definitely not with one person.

Altair knew that he should not sleep, despite the dead of night. He could feel it. And he felt that he needed to talk about it. He went to the door and knocked. Without waiting for an answer, Altair stepped into the room and looked up. — Peace and tranquility, brother. — Altair greeted quietly, as if not trying to disturb the peace that reigned here.