But it's not hesitation, it's how to phrase himself correctly. So that the other will understand. Understand what he's thinking, and being honest at the same time.
Less than two weeks ago, they were in the opposite positions. The irony does not escape him. But it also shows that his novices are learning.]
Alastair, you are aware of how Caterina and I are around each other. I will not lie to you and say there is not something there.
[He pauses. Breathes. This is hard enough for him to say for himself, let alone someone else.]
It does not exist back home. It cannot. There are too many risks, too much danger for us to even try. That is what we must learn, in being an Assassin. Love is powerful, but also dangerous.
[A beat.] In learning of this, of her death, and that she never regained her home... [He looks away at this point, doesn't meet the boy's eyes.] I know I will go back to a life where I do not remember anything here, of anything with the Bureau in this city, or of anything with her. I will return, and never see her again.
[He will have nothing. All over again. And while he remembers the love he has of his novices, and the people all around him, it's not the same.
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But it's not hesitation, it's how to phrase himself correctly. So that the other will understand. Understand what he's thinking, and being honest at the same time.
Less than two weeks ago, they were in the opposite positions. The irony does not escape him. But it also shows that his novices are learning.]
Alastair, you are aware of how Caterina and I are around each other. I will not lie to you and say there is not something there.
[He pauses. Breathes. This is hard enough for him to say for himself, let alone someone else.]
It does not exist back home. It cannot. There are too many risks, too much danger for us to even try. That is what we must learn, in being an Assassin. Love is powerful, but also dangerous.
[A beat.] In learning of this, of her death, and that she never regained her home... [He looks away at this point, doesn't meet the boy's eyes.] I know I will go back to a life where I do not remember anything here, of anything with the Bureau in this city, or of anything with her. I will return, and never see her again.
[He will have nothing. All over again. And while he remembers the love he has of his novices, and the people all around him, it's not the same.
It never will be.]