All of it was worth nodding at - agreeing with. Though he did have to wonder. The Christians and the Saracens. He wasn't sure if it mattered so much. He saw the similarities in them and the differences, and he didn't see enough reason to start a war to say the least. But mankind believed things with a wholeheartedness that disturbed him. After a point, they stopped questioning. And what would that mean in the end? An entire species of people who refused to think for themselves?

A shake of his head and Altaïr broke out of his momentary reverie. "My apologies. My thoughts turn to the nature of mankind and how belief makes them cease to question their world. I lament of such things more often than I should."