fourth.

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[Ezio.]
[Written -- he doesn't feel like talking into a book while standing in the middle of City Royale, ok. Is this a prank or something, he's about to get mad...]

Did you get distracted by something? I am waiting where you directed, but I do not see you, nor do I see anything nearby that would be of interest. Where are we going?

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[Nipples!!!! The scandal of it all.

Connor takes a beer, but he doesn't look too happy about it. Shit is gross...]

I do not know. There are no politics here, and there are many capable fighters besides.

[assassino]

I do not want just any capable fighter. I want people I can trust. Wouldn't you prefer to fight alongside a brother or sister, instead of a stranger?

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Of course. But you will not always have the choice.

[assassino]

So? I would rather have the choice when it is available to me.

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[That's not the point!! But he doesn't feel like arguing anymore, so he just nods, conceding.]

It is easier to be more open about the Brotherhood here, at any rate.

[assassino]

Of course. Here, we do not have too much need for secrecy... and being obvious about ourselves will discourage our enemies from acting up.

[eaglet]

Do we have enemies here?

[Maybe Ezio forgot he wouldn't tell him when they first met, maybe his memory is going in his old age.]

[assassino]

[He shakes his head.]

I have my eye on one of their associates, but otherwise, no. But that could change any day, you know.

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Have there been any since you have been here?

[Because 'any day' doesn't sound that convincing...]

[assassino]

Yes. Cesare Borgia was here, and one of his associates. I assassinated the associate, and he did not come back.

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[Connor makes a soft, startled sound at that, giving Ezio a look.]

I thought death is not permanent here...

[......GLANCES AT THE WOMEN should they be discussing this so openly...]

[assassino]

[Ezio doesn't care if the women hear. They're paid for their confidence, after all.]

As did I... but I managed, somehow.

[eaglet]

[This is... well, it's not disturbing news; it's normal for death to be permanent. But he does fall quiet for a moment, frowning thoughtfully.]

Do you think this is true for all deaths now? Has anyone died since then?

[assassino]

[He shrugs.]

Not that I have heard. Perhaps it would be prudent to issue a warning to others, but I am not interested in tangling with the residents' moral concerns.

[eaglet]

Can you not write a warning? They will not know it is you.

[assassino]

And if it has not changed? It will cause concern for nothing, or else it will be inevitable.

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[He frowns again, glancing down. Ezio is right, of course; if it was only a fluke (or Ezio himself...?) then it would be unnecessary to cause panic. But if it's true, they shouldn't keep it from everyone.

Quietly, as if he's aware they're stuck between a rock and a hard place but wants to say it anyway to satisfy his own convictions --] They deserve to know the truth.

[assassino]

They will when the time is right, Connor. I can promise you that.

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And when will that be?

[assassino]

[He pauses to consider.]

Soon.

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[He frowns at the answer, but at least he doesn't argue the point. He still doesn't like it, though.]

[assassino]

[He will ponder it and potentially make people paranoid with it.]

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[Enter: Permanentdeathgate.]