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[Alice is walking along as she does, it's normal for her at this rate to be talking to herself. Muttering, even. She doesn't sound too well.]

People... don't just explode and come back to life.

A- And England surely isn't a living being. I- I'm not mad, I'm-

[She lowers her head as she walks in the streets, even bumps into others as it didn't help.]

But to a crisp- That's real. Is this real? Is all of it?

[A flicker - a glint - of her vorpal blade can be seen as she withdraws it in her hands.]

Foul tricks, they're all better off dead.

[Alice strains, with her free hand, she covers her head as if she's got the worse possible headache in the world. Huffing as she does, in a drop of a hat, Alice keels over to her left side out of sight.]

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[They're unusual men and yet... after Alice so vehemently rejecting touch and becoming protect of her space, she relaxes her posture. The blade isn't withdrawn, Alice rises slowly, as she trembles. Without any other words. But, she clasps her head once more, groaning.]

[The job he was currently taking had left him a good quarter away from the shop when Alice had broadcasted. Having completed it, Ezio heads back to where she is, concern apparent in the way he bounds across rooftops and climbs back down a block or so away, not wanting to upset her or frighten her any more than she already is.

Seeing Malik and Altaïr there already gives him a sense of comfort, the Italian at least thankful someone reasonable has found her. But her words are worrisome, the assassin glancing at the others with a confused look in his eye.]

She hasn't been hurt, has she?

[When the Italian drops down, Malik draws his attention away from the girl and to the other man for a moment. The way Alice moves, she doesn't seem injured but the manner in which she's holding her head is cause for concern. Normally he would question if it's the heat, but it's not warm enough for that--not even close in this month. A breath and he looks back to her while speaking to his question.] Depends on what sort of hurt your imply.

[Came the utterance before he continued his dialogue with the girl.] Miss Liddell--

Can you recall the last thing you remember?

[His attention flickers to Ezio briefly when he hears his arrival, rising to a standing position as the girl does. He is near enough to her that should she stumble and fall again he will be quick enough that it will be no difficulty catching her. He does not try to steady her, letting her gain her bearings herself.]

[Alice can't decide if the three of them are comforting or suffocating. It only causes further strain; Alice holds her head, sinking her shoulders. She's so guarded, but this causes her to slip out one thing-]

H- his head-

It exploded.

[No injuries, just a traumatized Alice with a knife?]

But he lives.

[And, of course, the proverbial question.]

Is this... real? Was I hallucinating? That man had died and he came back to life.

[The instant he hears her speak, he listens, brow furrowing slightly.

And he knows of what she speaks about. There is only a look of concern at her now.]

Alice...

[What does he say to something like that?]

[He want's to step into the situation and set the entire thing straight. This place is unnatural, this place is a sphere of gods--it's not normal despite how otherworldly the idea of people coming back from the dead can be. He knew how she felt to some degree after seeing his brother but he bites back the severity he would use int a situation if she was a member of the order and this was happening. It was different, and certainly assassin's had their own breakdowns, it was not unheard of but this.

It needed to be delicate and Malik was certainly not the man for the job but he could make things more comfortable, knowing fully well that Altaïr would pick up where he left off.] You're not hallucinating.

Everyone has seen what you've seen. You've not gone mad, child.

[He had seen the transmissions, the bloody scenes, had been there when one girl's skull had popped like overripe fruit in the sun in the middle of a fight. She had been back, well and whole within the hour. It could not be explained and so it had to be accepted.

His tone is direct, though a touch gentled for her benefit, when he speaks.]

We know this place is unnatural, what this teaches us is that none of us may die unless the gods here will it and some of them evidently enjoy this grim game. It cannot be explained, not by our laws, but it does not mean any of us have lost our wits.

Take a breath, we can only accept it and see how we may use it to our advantage.

Why do they live?

[There's no touching or anyone crowding her, it helps Alice calm down and recollect her thoughts.

She turns to Malik. It shows on her face, the relief she that she has hearing that. It's not in her head. It's real again.

It's freedom. Going back to what he said earlier. She drops her hands from her face, looking at Ezio and Altaïr.]

What cruel trick is this to... to leave them losing their heads like that? Can't they be stopped?

Unfortunately, reasoning with them is out of the question.

[Ezio lets out a sigh at this, recalling his argument with Freyr.]

It was discussed and agreed upon, despite what it would do to others around them. Even if they had nothing in common, they wished to prove a point. Not all of them liked the method, but it was done regardless.

[And it's a point that leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]

[Too much talking could overwhelm someone, even if Alice seems to be on the mend mentally, collecting herself, being more aware. He shares his glance with her then listens to the other two speak, folding his arms across his chest and allowing the conversation to continue with him silent for the moment.

Asides, Ezio had spoke to the Gods now, had he? At least there was some insight so it would be a lie to say he was not curious if not highly perturbed by what the man stated.]

[Upon Ezio's revelation at having spoken to one of the gods Altaïr's attention turned to him sharply. He would like to speak with him more on that particular subject later then but for now he listened to what he had to say about them, his expression growing grim.

This was a sadistic game they were playing. There is obvious anger in his tone when he speaks.]

Come, we should return indoors. Where these topics can be more easily discussed.

[Alice doesn't have to be asked. She already takes the lead, looking at the three of them on a turned heal.]

I am not going back. Not tonight.

[Hel's district. The crowds bother her and Alcie finds more security in Needle in a Haystack more than anything. Odd.]

[Ezio merely nods, noting the looks from Altaïr and Malik, and simply returns his own that says he'll explain in safer quarters.]

Of course.

[Knowing the others, they won't turn her away, or force her to go back home. Not when she's in such a turbulent state. So he simply follows her and lets her lead, remaining silent- an unusual trait for him when he isn't on a mission, to be sure.]

[Once again he does not say anything for a moment, though he picks up the step with the girl as soon as she turns on her heels. Walking alongside her, keeping his distance he gives a nod to her request and makes sure to address her with a glance out of the corner of his eyes.] You're welcome to stay in the shop as long as you need.

I promise.

[He agrees them though he does not need to voice his agreement to make it evident. Instead he only follows quietly behind, thinking about the girl who is leading them.

She is strange and intriguing because of it. The fact that she has the three of them there, concerned and kind in a such a way that he has not seen Malik in a long time, testifies to that.

He can see a promise in her and an intelligence that gives him hope.]

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