You lay curled up in their arms, your head nestled against Altaïr's shoulder and Malik's hand grazing your arm gently. Both men were looking at him, and You could tell there was something they were trying to ask you.

Finally, Altaïr broke the silence.

"My love, we have a question for you. Can we ask you something very important?" You glanced at them both, your gaze filled with trust and affection. you gave a small nod, showing your willingness to listen to their question.

"Why did you choose us, my love? We're both old, and people sometimes judge us for it. But you still chose us,and we want to know why." Altaïr asked gently, his voice laced with love and longing. Malik's hand tightened in your arm, his gaze full of love as he waited for your answer.