paradisa | fourth.

Entry tags:

fourth.

[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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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

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.]

[He shakes his head.]

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

Have there been any since you have been here?

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

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

[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...]

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

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

[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?

[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.

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

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

[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.