"Don't think I'll ever...not. Wish it." There was more to the thought, probably. Something about asking him not to make a promise- too many broken for him to really trust it but it slides in and out of his mind before he can grasp it long enough to attempt putting it in words. Plenty slips out of his grasp, consciousness ekes out little by little, leaving him boneless and dozing against Altaïr.

This time when he sleeps? The nightmares aren't quite so terrible.