voice
[It's obvious he thinks he's making a sort of memo to himself. Oh well. The voice is deep and thoughtful, with long pauses between sentences. Occasionally, there will be a strange rattling sound - the device is being picked up and fiddled with. Altaïr has already taken quite some time to understand exactly how to use it.]
I should record what I know here in case it will help me later.
I recall being in Masyaf. It was nighttime. That's the last thing I can remember. I must have lost track of time, lost myself studying the artifact.
Now I'm in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar things and people, objects I'd only dreamed about thanks to the Apple before. And the Apple itself isn't working at all, its shine is dimmed as if tarnished. Could this be an illusion? But surely it cannot control itself.
No. Surely there is another explanation. I won't sit idly by. I will go out and discover the answer for myself.
I should record what I know here in case it will help me later.
I recall being in Masyaf. It was nighttime. That's the last thing I can remember. I must have lost track of time, lost myself studying the artifact.
Now I'm in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar things and people, objects I'd only dreamed about thanks to the Apple before. And the Apple itself isn't working at all, its shine is dimmed as if tarnished. Could this be an illusion? But surely it cannot control itself.
No. Surely there is another explanation. I won't sit idly by. I will go out and discover the answer for myself.