Man 1: Here it comes.
Desmond : What is that? What's going on?
Man 1: This is the end, Desmond. Scheduled for deletion.
Desmond: What are you doing?
Man 1: What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
Desmond: Don't do this.
Man 1: I'm saving you, idiot! Go! Go!
Ezio: I write these lines with a steady hand and a light heart. We are in Acre now - Sofia and I - with the five Masyaf keys in our possession, and all the time in the world. Sofia is a seasoned traveler and a fine companion to have so far from home. Tomorrow we will make our way to Masyaf, and once there, into Altair's library to fulfill our father's forgotten dream. Forgive the shortness of this letter, dear sister, for it is late and we are tired. Perhaps, with luck, the next words you hear from me will be in person. Con affetto, Ezio.
Sofia: Such a climb. E cosi bello qui. This is where your Order began?
Ezio: It began thousands of years ago, but here it was reborn.
Sofia: By the man you mentioned? Altair?
Ezio: Altair Ibn La'Ahad. He built us up, then set us free. He saw the folly of keeping a castle like this. It had become a symbol or arrogance, and a beacon for all our enemies.
Sofia: And the mandate for menacing hoods, was that his idea as well? You mentioned a Creed before. What is it?
Ezio: Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Sofia: That is rather cynical.
Ezio: It would be if it were doctrine. But it is merely an observation of the nature of reality. To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and the we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.
Sofia: Do you regret your decision? To live as an Assassin for so long?
Ezio: I do not remember making that decision. This life, it chose me. For three decades, I have served the memory of my father and my brothers, and fought for those who have suffered the pain of injustice. I do not regret those years, but it is time to live for myself and let them go. To let go... The end of the road.
Sofia: What do you hope to find behind that door?
Ezio: Knowledge, above all else. Altair was a profound man and a prolific writer. He built this place as a repository for all his wisdom. He saw many things in his life, and learned many secrets, both troubling and strange. Knowledge that would drive lesser men to despair.
Sofia: Does that worry you?
Ezio: Sofia, you should know by now that I am not a lesser man.
Sofia: Ezio. You had better come out of there alive.
Ezio: I plan to. No books. No wisdom. Just you, fratello mio. Requiescat in pace, Altair.