Welcome to the Animus - (Accepting)

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Master." Haytham growled, suddenly glaring at him.

"Who would win in a fight? You, or Reaver?"  

[Zahzi]

"...I honestly have never wondered this."

"In other words I win."

"How have you come to this conclusion?"

"Those who don't compare themselves to others, even their allies in combat, do not have what it takes to come out on top."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It's not a contest, Reaver." Haytham growled.

"We're working together, not against each other."  

[Zahzi]

"I know. But what's the fun if you cannot think of these things?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"This isn't suppose to be fun, either." Haytham growled, glaring daggers into him now.  

[Zahzi]

"Oh? Why the hell not?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"This is a serious matter, Reaver. Not some damn hobby."  

[Zahzi]

"It is to ME~"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...You let him join, why?" Haytham growled, glaring back at Altair.  

[Zahzi]

"We shared an enemy." Altaiir said in a blunt tone.

Reaver merely gave a scoff, walking off out of boredom.

"...Do you know why he hunts Templars, Haytham?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Because the man is psychotic and Templars were the only thing he could get away with killing."  

[Zahzi]

"He has his reasons." Altaiir said walking to the bookshelf to his right and looking for a book.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

". . .Boredom?" Haytham asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He seems to feel that a lot."  

[Zahzi]

"The live incineration of those he considered his family." Altaiir said, looking through the book-A journal.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...So the Templars burnt his family and now he seeks revenge?"