If Abstergo had been otherworldly, this place made anything that the Templars had ever made look like a joke. The Animus had felt real. Sense, touch, feeling, sounds. All of it was there to make it feel as if the past was reality. This? This was something else. Everything told him that it was real. His mind, however, had a hard time grasping the fact that anything like where he found himself could be real.
The question pulled Cal's attention back to Altaïr. Maybe to someone else the question wouldn't seem so loaded or filled with the possibility of multiple answers. He wondered if there was an easier way to simply say that they were from the same Creed. One that wasn't riddled with secret words and phrases. Probably not.
"Nothing," Cal said simply. Then he raised his hand to gesture to the landscape around them. "What is permitted here?"
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If Abstergo had been otherworldly, this place made anything that the Templars had ever made look like a joke. The Animus had felt real. Sense, touch, feeling, sounds. All of it was there to make it feel as if the past was reality. This? This was something else. Everything told him that it was real. His mind, however, had a hard time grasping the fact that anything like where he found himself could be real.
The question pulled Cal's attention back to Altaïr. Maybe to someone else the question wouldn't seem so loaded or filled with the possibility of multiple answers. He wondered if there was an easier way to simply say that they were from the same Creed. One that wasn't riddled with secret words and phrases. Probably not.
"Nothing," Cal said simply. Then he raised his hand to gesture to the landscape around them. "What is permitted here?"