[And then, the death rattle passes, and his heart sinks. He knows that sound better than anyone else.
Eyes close and for the longest time, he doesn't open them, doesn't say anything. His room is dark and silent and without interruptions and he needs that right now. Needs the quiet and the solace and the air that has suddenly gone cold around his lungs, made it difficult to breathe, needs the touch of death's fingers around his neck to remind him he is the walking symbol and living embodiment of the one thing everyone fears.
His brow furrows and for a split second, remorse makes its way onto his face. It's regret at causing more death, and not only that, but the death of a close friend. Then, it vanishes, eyes finally opening into the emptiness of a room that was full of life only seconds ago.
Were he able, Ezio would simply rise from his bed, don his hood, and disappear into the night. There were some things better left to grieve on his own time, in a location he felt comfortable. Here was not such a place.]
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Eyes close and for the longest time, he doesn't open them, doesn't say anything. His room is dark and silent and without interruptions and he needs that right now. Needs the quiet and the solace and the air that has suddenly gone cold around his lungs, made it difficult to breathe, needs the touch of death's fingers around his neck to remind him he is the walking symbol and living embodiment of the one thing everyone fears.
His brow furrows and for a split second, remorse makes its way onto his face. It's regret at causing more death, and not only that, but the death of a close friend. Then, it vanishes, eyes finally opening into the emptiness of a room that was full of life only seconds ago.
Were he able, Ezio would simply rise from his bed, don his hood, and disappear into the night. There were some things better left to grieve on his own time, in a location he felt comfortable. Here was not such a place.]