[He addresses the first set of questions, ignoring the latter for now. He's even managing to maintain his composure for the time being, despite how passionate Ziio has become.]

We do not work so openly, Ziio, you must know that by now. We manipulate events, we do not influence them directly. Our Order remains a secret out of necessity--the last time we were known, it took the death of a Grand Master to keep the rest alive and safe from our enemies.

Perhaps had my path through life been a different one, I could have been the one you needed, the one to give you a voice. But I am a Templar, Ziio, much as you may despise that fact. I did what I thought best, both for the Order and for your people.

[Some unknown, unwelcome emotion claws through his stomach, fighting for life even as he falls silent, tamping it down. Does he even know the answer to her last question? Would the answer then have been different than now, back when she'd still been alive? When he'd been more a man, less a monster?]

I don't know. I suppose I never will, now.