[ The information is met with a beat of silence as she mulls it over in her head. Her eyes flit over Altair's (hoodless) features for a moment trying to do a mental calculation of his age in her mind.
Sure he was grumpy and acted like an old man, but he didn't look it. Unless he was lying to her about that too. Was she still bitter about his apparent betrayal? Not at all, don't know what gave you that impression. ]
So you were sort of raised as the successor to your Master then? That sounds a lot like how some of the children of nobles are expected to take over for their family once they're of age or their parent is ready to step down. Which sounds like way too much responsibility if you ask me.
[ The music swells for a moment and Hilda drops the hold of one of their arms - hopefully a clear enough sign that Altaïr will have to spin her in a moment. ]
What do you mean? If he was going to die [ Because every human died eventually, right? ] wouldn't this have happened eventually?
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Sure he was grumpy and acted like an old man, but he didn't look it. Unless he was lying to her about that too. Was she still bitter about his apparent betrayal? Not at all, don't know what gave you that impression. ]
So you were sort of raised as the successor to your Master then? That sounds a lot like how some of the children of nobles are expected to take over for their family once they're of age or their parent is ready to step down. Which sounds like way too much responsibility if you ask me.
[ The music swells for a moment and Hilda drops the hold of one of their arms - hopefully a clear enough sign that Altaïr will have to spin her in a moment. ]
What do you mean? If he was going to die [ Because every human died eventually, right? ] wouldn't this have happened eventually?