[Altaïr finds the living corpses unsettling for reasons other than the obvious. Primarily because he's more accustomed to dealing death. He can't help but wonder what would have happened in his world if some of the corpses he had created had been able to seek him out and avenge themselves. Best not to delve too deeply into that subject, however.
He spots a familiar face at the edge of the cemetery and nods. He can't speak for the other man, but despite their unsettling nature, Altaïr still finds himself more comfortable among the living dead than among dancers who expect them to join him.]
There is a disturbance on the west side of the graveyard. [He points. Like so.] I expect more of them are about to emerge.
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He spots a familiar face at the edge of the cemetery and nods. He can't speak for the other man, but despite their unsettling nature, Altaïr still finds himself more comfortable among the living dead than among dancers who expect them to join him.]
There is a disturbance on the west side of the graveyard. [He points. Like so.] I expect more of them are about to emerge.
[Hence the very sharp sword already in his hand.]