[ eventually, she feels...nothing. cold and empty and her heart feels like a marble in a templar's palm. it doesn't hurt, but what her thirty-ninth birthday should have been like plays in her head over and over. a different scene, a different cut, a different place, a different world, a different everything.
numb, limp, she speaks against her brother's chest. claudia could just as easily have this conversation on the ground. that would be more fitting, she thinks. ]
The Borgias kill him.
[ her throat is tight, but her voice is quiet. no more tears, only drying salt on her cheeks and air stinging the red of her eyes. ]
[Her words jab into him like the cold metal of an icepick, jutting the truth of something he doesn't want to know right into his heart. Another family member, dead by the hands of a Borgia. Just how many would be killed, how many would suffer, for this war?
She's quiet, and he cannot think of what to say. Not at first. His heart aches, at the situation overall, and how he has to make it right. It won't fix what changes back home, he knows this- but perhaps even just being united will at least make things about this city one step easier to handle and possibly escape.
Ezio simply grabs Claudia tighter, finally finding the strength to speak again.]
I will not let that happen.
[A promise he will do his utmost to keep. Both as an Auditore, and as a brother.]
[ claudia shuts her eyes, breathes deep, exhales heavy. it isn't everything she wants, but it's close enough. it's good enough. she says nothing but stands a little taller in his arms. ]
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numb, limp, she speaks against her brother's chest. claudia could just as easily have this conversation on the ground. that would be more fitting, she thinks. ]
The Borgias kill him.
[ her throat is tight, but her voice is quiet. no more tears, only drying salt on her cheeks and air stinging the red of her eyes. ]
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She's quiet, and he cannot think of what to say. Not at first. His heart aches, at the situation overall, and how he has to make it right. It won't fix what changes back home, he knows this- but perhaps even just being united will at least make things about this city one step easier to handle and possibly escape.
Ezio simply grabs Claudia tighter, finally finding the strength to speak again.]
I will not let that happen.
[A promise he will do his utmost to keep. Both as an Auditore, and as a brother.]
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