We usually don't impose our will on things, from what I can tell.
[ Cal takes in a shaky breath before looking back at Malik from underneath the black hood. The 12th Century. Maybe telling him about the Animus and Abstergo would be too much. Even then, he's not sure he's ready to share that much information. Not until he finds out how trustworthy his new "Brother" is. That's something he'll have to learn - trust. ]
Memories, that's all.
[ He glances forward at the hallway ahead of the bureau - not the Workshop - and wonders if all hallways are this narrow. Maybe it's just he is used to the size of Abstergo hallways, or things this old always felt narrow and tight. With a deep breath to settle his shaking left hand, recalling the pain Aguilar had been in when his finger was removed, he reaches up and removes the hood from his head. ]
no subject
[ Cal takes in a shaky breath before looking back at Malik from underneath the black hood. The 12th Century. Maybe telling him about the Animus and Abstergo would be too much. Even then, he's not sure he's ready to share that much information. Not until he finds out how trustworthy his new "Brother" is. That's something he'll have to learn - trust. ]
Memories, that's all.
[ He glances forward at the hallway ahead of the bureau - not the Workshop - and wonders if all hallways are this narrow. Maybe it's just he is used to the size of Abstergo hallways, or things this old always felt narrow and tight. With a deep breath to settle his shaking left hand, recalling the pain Aguilar had been in when his finger was removed, he reaches up and removes the hood from his head. ]