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[scattare]

[Room Filter]

[Now that she'd completely gutted the apartment suite that she and Ezio share, and given it all the riches the two of them had become accustomed to growing up, she spends most of her time there. And lounging in front of a fire with a good bottle of wine, and classic poetry, is definitely the way to spend an evening.

And like all good evenings, it's the duty of an older brother to make himself a nuisance]

Not now, Ezio.

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[assassino]

[He holds onto her, trying not to be angry -- or at least not be angry at her. ]

I was expecting to have slit his throat within the year! I have no reason to fail, no reason to let him live that long –– but I believe I know why he eludes me, too. If you'd listen instead of flailing at me like a harpy, I can explain!

[scattare]

[sdfdfggfh SHE IS NOT A HARPY! But she knows reacting to that in anyway is just going to make her look much like the opposite, so she only tries to jerk back out of his hold instead]

Fine. Give me your excuses. [No logic allowed her Ezio, not unless what you say is really, really good. And makes up for all the rest of this]

[assassino]

He becomes Pope, Claudia. He hides himself away in Rome, behind the Papal armies.

[scattare]

And armies have before stopped you?

[Isn't sneaking around and killing them anyway, basically your entire job description?]

[assassino]

No –– but I don't know the future. Something clearly prevents me from killing him.

[Perhaps his own death.]

[scattare]

That changes nothing, Ezio.

[She is still incredibly angry, because it still means everything that happened between their family because of his absences, because of what he got meddled in, was for nothing. Her family was never avenged and even if she didn't exactly expect to feel pleased by that man's death, she would have had closure, and...Now she has nothing. Her brother is easy to blame for that, right now]

[assassino]

And if he finishes his work and has me killed before I can achieve my goal?

[scattare]

I would not know the difference.

[She'd have just assumed he'd got tired of coming back to his poor little family, and stuck to his adventurous life. It was inevitable. Inevitable for the part of her that still sharply remembered being young, and frightened and abandoned]

[assassino]

[That causes him to bristle.]

Prego? You would not notice if I were killed and he lived on?

[scattare]

It is not as if you write! You barely visit! You are not meant to be seen, Ezio. Do you think he would pen me a letter, informing me of your end?

[You're not a soldier. Effectively to most people, you're already dead. Who exactly, is going to tell her about this?] I do not even know his name, where I am from. This Pope would be no one to me.

So yes, brother, I would not notice.

[And it's pretty much all your own doing, isn't that fun?]

[assassino]

Do you think I enjoy being apart from you, and Mother? It took Leonardo and I a month to travel from Firenze to Venezia, I cannot afford to leave my work for many months at a time just to visit.

And if I were killed, my allies in Venezia would inform our uncle.