[The words said back to him are perhaps more hollow than he intends, said too quickly to really tell if he is truly grateful. All Ezio can remember is the words he gave back to Alastair, the threats he told to Altaïr, the times he tried to kill all of them in his escape.
It sits on his heart like a gaping wound, and he is afraid to close it, afraid that if he does, everything he has taught will come undone at the seams.]
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[The words said back to him are perhaps more hollow than he intends, said too quickly to really tell if he is truly grateful. All Ezio can remember is the words he gave back to Alastair, the threats he told to Altaïr, the times he tried to kill all of them in his escape.
It sits on his heart like a gaping wound, and he is afraid to close it, afraid that if he does, everything he has taught will come undone at the seams.]