"Oh, I'm certain they'd want to string me up by my entrails should they find out. That or kill me and preserve my corpse for study or display in some eccentric's mansion."
Not like that was unheard of, for an unknown species to become some degenerate's prized possession under the guise of research or collector's curiosity. Whether insect or animal or man of an unknown species, there was always someone looking to possess that which was unique- perhaps if found out, the Templars would want to kill him and he'd be stuffed in some Chantry basement for a few hundred years to be kept some dirty secret, only to be dragged out some day and stuffed in a glass case for the world to see.
That had happened on occasion even back in his own world.
Despite the gruesomeness of that concept though, Altair spoke of the concept rather the same way he'd speak of the weather. Like he didn't even resent the thought of that happening all that much.
"And I see. In the Force I can hear whispers. I can sense surface thoughts, emotions, intentions. Sometimes it feels like standing in a rushing river, almost deafening, and other times it's like the slightest breeze. No singing, though. But I can understand the concept."
He smiled slightly, sort of wishing he'd come clean earlier.
"You and Justice are very comfortable presences. I've felt a lot of malice in this world and it's been deafening at times. You and Justice feel like being pulled in from a torrential downpour and into a warm room with a gently crackling fire, really."
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Not like that was unheard of, for an unknown species to become some degenerate's prized possession under the guise of research or collector's curiosity. Whether insect or animal or man of an unknown species, there was always someone looking to possess that which was unique- perhaps if found out, the Templars would want to kill him and he'd be stuffed in some Chantry basement for a few hundred years to be kept some dirty secret, only to be dragged out some day and stuffed in a glass case for the world to see.
That had happened on occasion even back in his own world.
Despite the gruesomeness of that concept though, Altair spoke of the concept rather the same way he'd speak of the weather. Like he didn't even resent the thought of that happening all that much.
"And I see. In the Force I can hear whispers. I can sense surface thoughts, emotions, intentions. Sometimes it feels like standing in a rushing river, almost deafening, and other times it's like the slightest breeze. No singing, though. But I can understand the concept."
He smiled slightly, sort of wishing he'd come clean earlier.
"You and Justice are very comfortable presences. I've felt a lot of malice in this world and it's been deafening at times. You and Justice feel like being pulled in from a torrential downpour and into a warm room with a gently crackling fire, really."