They are that different; where Edward had seemed to view the creed as nothing more than a guideline, something that he could twist to fit his own meaning, Altair had chosen to almost stringently adhere to it, fearing that straying even the slightest bit might bring about further ruination. But even he could see where ironies lie within the words, where they contradicted themselves. Perhaps it wasn't simply that one path was right and one was wrong, perhaps it was that neither was truly right or wrong. It had taken him far longer than he wished to admit to realize this compromise.

Judging further would only bring about more pain, and they had both suffered far more than anyone deserved. There was understanding to be found that he had allowed his eyes to open and see it.

"We have both lost much." Even if he felt that he couldn't (shouldn't) speak of it, the loss of Kadar would always weigh heavily upon his heart. "Your friend was a good woman. I would have been proud to know her, to call her sister."