[This? No no, he was not expecting this, and it shows. In his face, in his eyes, in his heart. He has never seen her cry like this, not in this long at least- the last he can recall was when she was fifteen.
(...has it been that long, now? Where he can't recall his own family's struggles, their fears, their times of happiness and of sorrow? Federico, Petruccio, his father, his mother, Claudia, Mario... No, he remembers, but it's hard to pull them at times when he has spent most of his life living and breathing as an assassin. He always has.)
Arms reach for Claudia and he turns her to face him, pulling her close and simply letting her cry. He would say something, but he fears that speaking might only make things worse, instead just trying to calm her through quiet words in Italian.
Their life has been nothing but pain. Nothing but pain, sorrow, and emptiness. And it will not end, only follow them until they die, because that is how the life of an Assassin is.]
/CRIES BEING AN AUDITORE IS SUFFERING
(...has it been that long, now? Where he can't recall his own family's struggles, their fears, their times of happiness and of sorrow? Federico, Petruccio, his father, his mother, Claudia, Mario... No, he remembers, but it's hard to pull them at times when he has spent most of his life living and breathing as an assassin. He always has.)
Arms reach for Claudia and he turns her to face him, pulling her close and simply letting her cry. He would say something, but he fears that speaking might only make things worse, instead just trying to calm her through quiet words in Italian.
Their life has been nothing but pain. Nothing but pain, sorrow, and emptiness. And it will not end, only follow them until they die, because that is how the life of an Assassin is.]