"[Altaïr : Let go your burden.] Ah, I'll rest now, yes. The endless dream calls to me. But before I close my eyes, I must know - what will become of my children? [Altaïr : You mean the people made to suffer your cruel experiments!? They'll be free now to return to their homes!] Homes!? What homes!? The sewers? The brothels? The prisons that we dragged them from? [Altaïr : You took these people against their will!] Yes, what little will there was for them to have. Are you really so naïve? Do you appease a crying child, simply because he wails? "But I want to play with fire, father." What would you say? "As you wish"? Ah, but then you'd answer for his burns. [Altaïr : These are not children, but men and women, full grown.] In body, perhaps, but not in mind; which is the very damage I sought to repair. I admit, without the Piece of Eden, which you stole from us, my progress was slowed. But there are herbs, mixtures and extracts. My guards are proof of this. They were madmen before I found and freed them from the prisons of their own minds. Ahh, and with my death, madmen they will be again. [Altaïr : You truly believe you were helping them?] It's not what I believe, it's what I know."