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[ OH, GREAT. REALLY.
REALLY. ]
Again -- ?
[ Silence.
Altaïr's fingers curl in against his palm, scratching against the worn leather of his glove, and the silence is quickly broken when he bangs his fist against the wood paneling of the door next to him. The sound echoes, carries out into the cool air. ]
I've done nothing wrong!
[ His hand aches a little when it drops back down to his side, the tips of his fingers gone temporarily numb. The rest of the city is eerily quiet, though; nothing peeks its head around the corner to investigate this new source of noise, and nothing stirs restlessly from the corners of his eyes.
A breath. It's fine. He's already dealt with this place once before -- he could do it again, if he had to, if he had no other choice.
( But he doesn't ever really remember it being so still. ) ]
REALLY. ]
Again -- ?
[ Silence.
Altaïr's fingers curl in against his palm, scratching against the worn leather of his glove, and the silence is quickly broken when he bangs his fist against the wood paneling of the door next to him. The sound echoes, carries out into the cool air. ]
I've done nothing wrong!
[ His hand aches a little when it drops back down to his side, the tips of his fingers gone temporarily numb. The rest of the city is eerily quiet, though; nothing peeks its head around the corner to investigate this new source of noise, and nothing stirs restlessly from the corners of his eyes.
A breath. It's fine. He's already dealt with this place once before -- he could do it again, if he had to, if he had no other choice.
( But he doesn't ever really remember it being so still. ) ]