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Malik leaned over the railing above the training ring, watching the Mentor play with his two young sons. The two chased him around with wooden swords, but he wasn't really trying to evade them. He allowed the two of them to tackle him to the ground, where they laid, laughing, in a pile. As Malik watched them, he felt a smile tug gently at the corners of his lips. "What does he think he's doing?" sneered a voice from next to him. Malik turned to see Abbas. He, too, was looking down at Altaïr, Darim, and Sef, though there was an expression on his face of distaste. His eyebrows were drawn together, and his lips were pressed into a thin li