Malik's dark eyes flit to Leonardo and he rises, hand still wrapped around the hilt of Altaïr's sword though he doesn't point it at anything other than the ground.

"Masyaf is not supposed to be empty." He said, letting out a breath he hadn't meant to hold. "This is wrong." There's a venom in his words, an anger at being left behind to come home to nothing left. "As is you being here, though that is less wrong than the emptiness and the lack of bodies with the swords."