But on Kaelen's tablet, a single line of new code appeared. It wasn't anything he had written.
"He was a memory," Kaelen corrected, as Altaïr approached the doctor. The Assassin didn't draw his blade. He just placed a single finger on Vidic's forehead.
"I gave him freedom," Kaelen whispered, struggling against his restraints. "You call this a historical simulator? It's a prison. Altaïr wasn't a hero. He was a tool. Every guard he killed, every rooftop he climbed—it was all your leash. 'Don't kill civilians. Don't be seen. Don't fall too far.' Rules made by dead men for a machine that pretends to be alive."
