The dream scene started to open again, almost automatically, repeating itself: the blood-smeared walls and the Templars, the French and the laughter, but this time, there was more. It started from an earlier point, a fellow white-robed Assassin jumping down from high above to engage in battle. Another followed, and then Kadar--

--but Kadar remained rooted in place, unable to move forward, to join the fight or to defend himself and his brothers. This time, when one figure in white was thrown from the room, the other was stabbed instead of Kadar, and Kadar fell regardless. Blood blossomed out from Kadar's stomach as the other man fell, and Kadar looked down, terror and despair in his eyes.

"Brother!"