Sorrow. Anger. Not just Anders's anger, but someone else's- the spirit's?- too. Altair understood it, and he nodded his head. They could bury the victims once the people responsible had become food for the scavengers.

"Alright."

No arguing, nor attempting to soothe that justified anger away like some people might have done. Just understanding that this was what needed to happen. The people who had done this, the Templars, they needed to die. Before they hurt any other innocents.

"They can't have gone far, so let's go."