[Honestly, Hawke is the last person he expects to hear from, after all they've been through. There was too much pushed, too much exposed, left raw and in the open, and while it was necessary...
There was hurt, there. A lot of it. Far more than he ever wanted and to hear and see her broken down as he has only wrenches him inwardly, tears at him and brings guilt where he should feel proud of getting to her. Of speaking the words she needs to hear. Instead it only makes him feel worse, a bully picking on someone who is weak and cannot defend themselves, even though he knows it's not true. That it was needed, that to let her continue down this path would only make things hurt more.
Ezio left after the damage was done, convinced he burned every bridge he had with her. Like taking a knife to his heart, and then burying it. Losing Hawke hurt far more than he ever wanted to admit.
So to see this message sent to him, by her, causes him to hesitate slightly. He wants to talk with her, he truly does- but what if it's not to speak with him, only angrily accuse him instead? To twist the knife further? There is only so much he can take after hurting her in the first place.
In the end, his curiosity wins out, and he replies.]
Of course. Is there anywhere you had in mind to meet?
/SLAMS INTO THIS WITH THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD
There was hurt, there. A lot of it. Far more than he ever wanted and to hear and see her broken down as he has only wrenches him inwardly, tears at him and brings guilt where he should feel proud of getting to her. Of speaking the words she needs to hear. Instead it only makes him feel worse, a bully picking on someone who is weak and cannot defend themselves, even though he knows it's not true. That it was needed, that to let her continue down this path would only make things hurt more.
Ezio left after the damage was done, convinced he burned every bridge he had with her. Like taking a knife to his heart, and then burying it. Losing Hawke hurt far more than he ever wanted to admit.
So to see this message sent to him, by her, causes him to hesitate slightly. He wants to talk with her, he truly does- but what if it's not to speak with him, only angrily accuse him instead? To twist the knife further? There is only so much he can take after hurting her in the first place.
In the end, his curiosity wins out, and he replies.]
Of course. Is there anywhere you had in mind to meet?