[There's a long period of silence at that. Both hands are resting on the chair now, and as the seconds tick away, Ezio's fingers curl and uncurl as Alastair's words repeat themselves over and over in his head.
Yes. Caterina is dead back home. He can never have the relationship with her that he has here. Back home, he cannot allow himself to be so open or show so much of himself to one person. Back home, he is an Assassin.
But this is not home.
Alastair is right, and while it will take Ezio a bit longer to fully and completely understand it, it's a beginning. He finally straightens, breathes out a little, and gives the faintest of a smile at the boy.
Already, he has grown so much.]
That is true. There is still much here that we do not have at home. [He pauses, considers his words.] I will remember that.
Grazie, Alastair. [It's said with sincerity, a moment where he is found vulnerable among his students. It only proves that even he is human, like them, and feels just as they do, even at the worst of times.]
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Yes. Caterina is dead back home. He can never have the relationship with her that he has here. Back home, he cannot allow himself to be so open or show so much of himself to one person. Back home, he is an Assassin.
But this is not home.
Alastair is right, and while it will take Ezio a bit longer to fully and completely understand it, it's a beginning. He finally straightens, breathes out a little, and gives the faintest of a smile at the boy.
Already, he has grown so much.]
That is true. There is still much here that we do not have at home. [He pauses, considers his words.] I will remember that.
Grazie, Alastair. [It's said with sincerity, a moment where he is found vulnerable among his students. It only proves that even he is human, like them, and feels just as they do, even at the worst of times.]