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[sicarius]

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[flintlocking]

[........................... It gets worse.]

He is my father.

[sicarius]

[There is the longest




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.

[flintlocking]

If that is an apology, I do not need it.

[Connor looks only slightly uncomfortable.]

Nothing rash, as you say. Watch him. We must be cautious. Careful.

[sicarius]

[A sigh.] Careful indeed. I have faced many Templar in my time, but not many can call themselves a Grandmaster.

[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.

[flintlocking]

He is a man who is capable of many things, but considering the fact that he is on his own, he will not act out right away.

[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.]