Some days I miss my family... Or at least the thought of them. I never knew my parents well, despite them both having lived within these walls. It was our way. Perhaps they were sad, though they showed no sign – it was not allowed.
For my part, so much of my youth was spent in training, there was little time left to reflect upon the separation. And so when they were finally lost to me, it seemed no different than the passing of two strangers. Al Mualim had been as my father, and his was a weak and dishonest love, though at the time it seemed enough – better, even. Or so I thought.
Some day I will have a child – such is the way of our Order. And I will not make the same mistake. Nor any who call themselves an Assassin. We shall be allowed to love our children – and, in turn, to be loved. Al Mualim believed such attachments would weaken us – cause us to falter when our lives were on the line. But if we truly fight for what is just, does love not make such sacrifice simpler – knowing that we do so for their gain?
Commentary: Here is a little bit of myth incorporated into the Assassins. Des and his team are taking from Von Hammer Purgstall. Von Hammer put foward the idea that Hassan i Sabbah, the founder of the Assassins, killed his sons in order to sever the ties of family within his community. The truth was actually more complicated but is unimportant for now.
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