Altair: The Templars have retaken their archive on Cyprus. Abbas sent no reinforcements. It was a massacre.
Maria: Oh my god...
Altair: Maria, when we left Masyaf 10 years ago, this Order was strong. But all our progress has been undone.
Maria: Abbas must answer for this.
Altair: Answer to whom? The Assassins obey only his command now.
Maria: Resist your desire for revenge, Altair. Speak truth and they will see their error.
Altair: He executed our youngest son, Maria! He deserves to die!
Maria: Perhaps. But if you cannot win back the Order by honorable means, its foundation will crumble.
Altair: You are right. Thirty years ago I let passion overtake my reason. And it caused a rift that has never fully healed.
Maria: Speak reasonably, and reasonable men will listen.
Altair: Some will, but not Abbas. I should have expelled him thirty years ago when he tried to steal the Apple.
Maria: But you earned the respect of the other Assassins because you let him stay.
Altair: How do you know this? You were not there.
Maria: I married a masterful storyteller.
Altair: Look at this place. Masyaf is a shadow of its former self.
Maria: We have been away for a long time.
Altair: But not in hiding. The Mongol threat demanded our attention, and we rode to meet it. What man here can say the same?
Maria: Where is our eldest son? Does Darim know his brother is dead?
Altair: I sent him a message four days ago. With luck it has reached him already. Abbas...I almost pity him. He wears his grudge like a cloak.
Maria: His wound is deep. It will help him to hear the truth.
Altair: As I walk these streets, I sense a great fear in the people, not love.
Maria: Abbas has dismantled this place, and robbed it of all joy.
Altair: We may be walking to our doom, Maria.
Maria: We may. But we walk together.
Abbas: Let them speak.
Altair: We seek the truth about our son's death. Why was Sef killed?
Abbas: Is it the truth you want, or an excuse for revenge?
Maria: If the truth gives us an excuse, we will act on it.
Abbas: Surrender the Apple, Altair, and I will tell you why your son was put to death.
Altair: Ah, the truth is out already! Abbas wants the Apple for himself. Not to open your minds, but to control them!
Abbas: You have held that artifact for 30 years, Altair, reveling in its power and hoarding its secrets. It has corrupted you.
Altair: Very well, Abbas. Take it.
Soldier: Before I executed your son, I told him you ordered it yourself. He died believing you had betrayed him.
Maria: Altair! Altair, no! Strength, Altair.
Abbas: He is possessed! Kill him! Take the Apple! Now!