"[Altaïr: It's done then. Your schemes, like you, are put to rest.] (Laughs) You know nothing of schemes. You're but a puppet. He betrayed you, boy, just as he betrayed me. [Altaïr: Speak sense Templar, or not at all!] Nine men he sent you to kill, yes? The nine who guarded the treasure's secret. [Altaïr: What of it?] It wasn't nine who found the treasure, Assassin. Not nine, but ten. [Altaïr: A tenth?! None may live who carry the secret. Give me his name!] Oh, but you know him well. And I doubt very much you'd take his life as willingly as you've taken mine. [Altaïr: Who?!] It is your Master, Al Mualim. [Altaïr: But he is not a Templar!] Did you never wonder how it is that he knew so much? Where to find us, how many we numbered, what we aspire to attain? [Altaïr: He is the Master of the Assassins!] Oui. Master of lies. You and I just two more pawns in his grand game. And now, with my death, only you remain. Do you think he'll let you live, knowing what you do? [Altaïr: I've no interest in the treasure.] Ah, but he does! The only difference between your master and I, is that he did not want to share. [Altaïr: No...] Ironic, isn't it? That I, your greatest enemy, kept you safe from harm. But now you've taken my life, and in the process, ended your own."