[Hawke slows as she reaches the last set of stairs, trepidation gripping her again. She almost turns on her heel and walks off again, to give herself more time. But instead, she steels herself and takes the last flight carefully, readying herself for the inevitable.
She comes around the corner and sees him there, leaning against the wall, and she approaches with some caution, though she hopes it isn't as apparent to him as she feels it must be.]
Ezio.
[His name comes out gently in greeting, not as neutral as she'd like. Gone is all the anger she'd felt weeks ago. Now, she's simply tired.]
Thank you for coming. I appreciate it.
[And it's there in her voice, genuine gratitude and nothing less.]
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She comes around the corner and sees him there, leaning against the wall, and she approaches with some caution, though she hopes it isn't as apparent to him as she feels it must be.]
Ezio.
[His name comes out gently in greeting, not as neutral as she'd like. Gone is all the anger she'd felt weeks ago. Now, she's simply tired.]
Thank you for coming. I appreciate it.
[And it's there in her voice, genuine gratitude and nothing less.]