So Maria utters her last words with her dying breath to Altaïr. Now what about Malik? He needed and deserved it more than anyone else in the game (that is in my opinion). I would believe those are the words he most definitely needed to hear after the events of Solomon's Temple. In fact, I can't even bare to wonder despair being his only companion in the quiet Bureau of Jerusalem. But I can attempt to write about it…

My heart goes out to his dearly loved brother. What a horrible way to start the game, Ubisoft!

LIGHTS_Ellie Goulding (4:06)

Myraids of stars falling and blinking out to a blue hue. These simple little gestures easily bring utter sadness to Malik's heart. He feels his strength fading. Yet the ground at his feet is firm but it is glass. He is watching the stars continue to fall down. They fade, and fade and fade… with no light to guide him. He looks up to find the source and then everything turns to blood rain. He turns back just as a hand fiercely grabs his face and begins crushing his site and lungs. He can't breathe. He hears bones cracking and flesh torn apart and a blood curdling scream…the same scream that turns him to stone. It's not his but of…..Kadar's. His lost little brother….

He awakes shivering with tears dripping down and suddenly feeling very alone. His pillow is drenched with so much of his sorrow, his tears. So many like the myriads of stars that must have fallen. Right now they don't seem to stop. "No…" He covers his face with his lone arm and screams at the top of his lungs. Without any remorse for the sleeping souls in the dusty Jerusalem night.

Malik always fears to drift off to sleep because of the feigned pleasant dreams. He knows there will be blood. There will always be blood. There has always been blood. He's an Assassin. But this blood was not ripped with the flesh of his hands.

He tries to convince himself he needs to forget. Forget in order to quell the nightmares, just to sleep peacefully one night. Just one night. Yes, that's it…just one night, at least one night will be enough, just one night would be nice…come and lay your bones. He needs to forget…those hands, that color, that terrifying scream, those blasted stars. Stars… he wants to live in darkness. Perish in it to reunite with the only treasure he has ever had in life. Then, like a sharp dagger into his gut, he realizes he can never forget. How can he even flirt with the idea? Kadar was worth everything and he is will always carry that value regardless of these nights.

His afternoon is filled with memoirs of tears.

The evening sky is etched in impending doom. He knows what is to come and can never shy away... He lays his head, refusing to search for any comfort. He closes his eyes but loses his encounter to Morpheus in a breath.

This time Malik is sprinting. His breath burning his lungs. Trailing red behind... suddenly his limbs are paralyzed and he is flung back by an invisible pull. A sudden persistent glow presents itself above. He refuses to look... he knows what is there... those stars. Why stars? Never in his life has he seen those lights as clear in his fantasies. He hears a reveling cackle from behind and it is soon joined by a cacophony of mocking jeers. He is pushed and flung around like a lifeless doll. Receiving harsh blows and shocks piercing his body. He can't fight back. He opens his eyes and is surrounded by devilish sneers owning sharp teeth sporting blood dripping crosses. He needs help. He always has. Please Master, help! Father! Kadar?! Somebody! Anybody! Help! He needs escape and sanctuary. No one is there for him and there never has been.

He is falling now; head first, a reckless free fall. Eyes devoid of any life or faith. He lost his back at that temple. His head crashes through the same solid glass base. Breaking the barrier of all worlds. Deeper into the darkness. Please let me drown in it. Let me die! I want to die!

Malik is dragged down to awaiting sharp, daggered claws leaping towards his body. The laughing gets louder. He closes his eyes. A sudden numbness grips his heart. I am alone...

Light. He opens his eyes and is bathed in it. Those stars… they blaze brighter than ever. They embrace him and burn the ghouls to dust. The laughing is turned to muffled echoes. And he hears silence. Until a small voice trickles somewhere in the light. He turns to the sound and he is toppled over with joy.

Standing there is his treasure. His life. His beloved precious baby brother. Smiling at…Altaïr? And himself? They are laughing and smiling. So genuine and long forgotten. His days in his prime left far behind. The praise of Kadar crosses his mind of that day:

"Just a few more months and I will be as strong as you, big brother. In fact, I will even surpass you! And soon you will be in need of MY protection!" then that beautiful laughter. It flutters his heart yet knowing he will never hear it. A sad smile appears. "Kadar, you fool, no matter how much you train, no matter how much you sweat or bleed or how many fingers you remove, my strength shall always outshine yours. Because I was chosen to be the big brother."

His eyes bleed a fresh new wave of tears. Strength? He sobs. How can I if I have none? I lost you. What strength? Kadar please lend me yours.

"Enough of this!" He hears Altaïr scold. The arrogant degenerate bastard! "We leave on a mission come morning and you fools prefer to speak nonsense. So be it." He sees Altaïr walk towards him but passes through him like an apparition. He looks back to see him leave but Altaïr stops mid way and turns his head slightly revealing half his face and that grin "Furthermore, it will be an eternity before any of you two could even arrive at true strength. Like mine!"

Yes, always the arrogant bastard... And he sees Altaïr ebb away. Then the whole memory shifts and the stars glow around him and form into a whole, binding him. He does not thrash nor scream because this has altered. It's warm and it feels alive and it tightens its hold until he feels slight movement on his shoulder. He looks over and his body grows to stone. Staring back at him are those rare wonderful blue eyes.

"Strength, Malik..." His eyes well up with tears. The smile comforts him.

Let me stay with you. The eyes suddenly faze into gold and Malik's vision goes blurry around the edges. The gold drowns him and he is overwhelmed with it... and it settles into his heart... like love?

Birds flutter about singing their morning hymns. Malik hears them so close and feels the breeze enter his dwelling. Slowly he opens his eyes. I am alive? He reaches with his singular hand and touches his face and cheeks. Dry? He looks about the sky. Not a cloud up there. The noise from the world enters his Bureau; a testimony that he and the world are alive and beating together. But his body refuses to get up. He is too relaxed and feels exquisitely comfortable. He settles deeper and deeper into the pillows and his thoughts. Was that real? Couldn't be…don't be a fool.

"Strength, Malik..." the voice of Kadar reverberates in his mind. He looks up at again into the blue sky. Aware of the fleeting sensation in his chest. Malik smiles.

"As you wish, Kadar."

The golden glow is symbolically/figuratively representing the presence of Altaïr. Just in case, it was not made clear.