Men-in-hoods

“Malik?” “Hmm?” “I'm sorry.” Malik looked over at Altair in disbelief. “For what?” “I'm leaving.” Malik, even more confused, placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. “What do you mean you're leaving?” Altair looked down in shame, liquid gold eyes darkening. “I'm leaving Masyaf. Leaving the order. I'm sorry for being selfish, I just cannot take it any longer. I...I wanted someone to know. I wanted you to know.” Malik couldn't believe his ears. “Why Altair? You're the top of our class! You have everything every assassin wants! You cannot just run