The second he hears that, Ezio visibly bristles, back going rigid and head snapping in the other's direction. He says that their enemy is here. Here. In Asgard. A Templar is within the city.
What follows next is a slew of Italian curses, low and almost inaudible, but his eyes are sharp, like knives digging into an unseen target. His voice finally addresses Connor, and it's darker than before.]
You are certain of this?
[Confirmation of the statement, and while he knows better there is always some part of him that hopes for less trouble, especially when he expects this now.]
And during that time, Ezio just stares. His brain fumbles over such a simple sentence- four words- yet they shatter such a solid view on what he determines on facing right and wrong. The boy is an Assassin, yet his father is a Templar.
He can't imagine what it must mean for Connor.
Finally, finally, he breathes out his nose, closes his eyes, and speaks in a level tone.]
Mi dispiace.
[A pause, as he now must take this all into consideration and careful precautions.]
Then what would you have us do? You know the danger his being here presents.
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The second he hears that, Ezio visibly bristles, back going rigid and head snapping in the other's direction. He says that their enemy is here. Here. In Asgard. A Templar is within the city.
What follows next is a slew of Italian curses, low and almost inaudible, but his eyes are sharp, like knives digging into an unseen target. His voice finally addresses Connor, and it's darker than before.]
You are certain of this?
[Confirmation of the statement, and while he knows better there is always some part of him that hopes for less trouble, especially when he expects this now.]
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There is one other thing that I must... mention.
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[Short, quick. Hearing that there is a Templar is bad enough, Ezio is not certain he is going to take anything else well right now.]
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He is my father.
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longest
silence-
And during that time, Ezio just stares. His brain fumbles over such a simple sentence- four words- yet they shatter such a solid view on what he determines on facing right and wrong. The boy is an Assassin, yet his father is a Templar.
He can't imagine what it must mean for Connor.
Finally, finally, he breathes out his nose, closes his eyes, and speaks in a level tone.]
Mi dispiace.
[A pause, as he now must take this all into consideration and careful precautions.]
Then what would you have us do? You know the danger his being here presents.
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[Connor looks only slightly uncomfortable.]
Nothing rash, as you say. Watch him. We must be cautious. Careful.
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[Cesare, for one, was smarts- but he was also fucking crazy. Roderigo was smarts, and not so much crazy.
But the people he had working for him... (u n s u r e)]
What do you believe he will try here, Connor? You, out of all of us, know him and his motives best.
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[He looks terribly thoughtful. Too thoughtful. His brow is drawn over rather tightly as well.]
It is best if, for the time being, we avoid being followed.
[A pause.]
I will take care of the rest.
[I will try.]