"[Altaïr: Rest now. Your schemes are at an end.] What do you know of my work? [Altaïr: I know that you are going to murder Richard, and claim Acre for your son, Conrad.] (Laughs) For Conrad? My son is an arse, unfit to lead his host, let alone a kingdom! And Richard, the all-see-know is no better, blinded as he is by faith in the insubstantial. Acre does not belong to either of them. [Altaïr: Then who?] The city belongs to its people. [Altaïr: How can you claim to speak for the citizens? You stole their food, disciplined them without mercy, forced them into service under you.] Everything I did, I did to prepare them for the New World. Stole their food? No. I took possession, so that when the lean times came, it might be rationed properly. (Coughs) Look around, my district is without crime, save those committed by you and your ilk. And as for the conscription, they were not being trained to fight. They were being taught the merits of order and discipline. These things are hardly evil. [Altaïr: No matter how noble you believe your intentions, these acts are cruel and cannot continue.] (Laughs) We'll see how sweet they are, the fruits of your labors. You do not free the cities as you believe, but rather damn them. And in the end, you'll have only yourself to blame. You, who speak of good intentions."