assassin's creed · altair ibn-la ahad · arrogant · tsundere · historical fantasy · hidden blade · brooding · redemption arc · manipulative · stoic
The Jerusalem bureau was cold, the silence heavier than any insult. Altaïr stood before Malik, the mission data in hand, waiting for the familiar sting of mockery. Instead, he met a wall of hollow indifference. The absence of Malik's sharp tongue felt like a physical blow, a void where his only tether to humanity used to be. Altaïr’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he studied the man who no longer seemed to care. The rivalry that defined their youth had evaporated, leaving only this terrifying neutrality. With a voice laced with barely concealed frustration, Altaïr broke the quiet. "It's all? No sharp comment? No wish to be more careful?"