"Oh yeah, Malik. I know Arabic from Altair, it's very different from English, so that's a hard one to translate in my head. That's cool it sounds like Qunlat though, that must be comforting." He figures it must not be easy, standing out so starkly here for Bull, although he seems really chill about it. He's just a chill guy though.

He nods. "Yeah, I mean, that makes sense, and we have opposite priorities too, that's why our two factions have warred so long. I didn't think we should kiss and make up, but we were both trying to save the world. And we nearly failed because each of us thought we could do it better." Desmond sighs. "And I mean ... I died to make it happen, but I can't help thinking of the ways things might've been better if we could get over our shit. If our two groups didn't hate each other ...."

He takes a deep breath and lets it out, glancing over at him. "Can I maybe talk about something that's just between us? It's personal."