[Malik is looking oddly pale. Dark circles engulf his eyes as he sits at his desk, hunched over a map. His face and neck are drenched with cold sweat. His eyelids constantly droop close, but he forces himself to keep them open. Little beads of sweat drip off the tip of his nose, landing on the parchment that he's writing on. His phantom arm is
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WHY HELLO THERE MALIK.
[ezio decides that hey, he might as well waltz in the front door, and so he does so. HI THERE SICK DUDE.]
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What do you want?
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madonna, I only wished to see your beautiful face again!
[cue laugh track]
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If only I could say the same for yours.
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