[He doesn't disagree. The only way out is through, if there's any way out at all, and they've already established that staying still is not the desired outcome.
But something's not right. He feels as much as sees the way Alucard tenses, as if he's reacting to something Altaïr cannot. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spots some of the green tendrils curl and wither, and he braces himself — but nothing else happens.]
What's wrong?
[Whatever it is, it isn't affecting him. Altaïr feels fine; better than he did just moments ago, in fact.]
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But something's not right. He feels as much as sees the way Alucard tenses, as if he's reacting to something Altaïr cannot. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spots some of the green tendrils curl and wither, and he braces himself — but nothing else happens.]
What's wrong?
[Whatever it is, it isn't affecting him. Altaïr feels fine; better than he did just moments ago, in fact.]