There are no good reasons, not for Altaïr. Not when he's left such important things behind. He can understand that he has no control over his presence here — he can acknowledge it — but he'll never be able to accept it.

"Yes. The people of my homeland face a time of great change, and I should be there to take part in it."

Be with them — lead them, probably. He doesn't know if he deserves the role but he knows he can give his brothers nothing less than himself.

"But it doesn't mean I care nothing for this land." His mouth curves into a thin, rueful smile. "In a sense, I feel divided between two worlds, though I'm firmly in just one."