[Giovanni bullied his way to the door through the crowd that reached out to grab and tear at his clothing, diving to the ground and rolling the last few paces to avoid the arms meant to block him. The chants of '...spin a little thread. I would be so happy if only you would let me spin a little thread,' followed him as he ran inside but thankfully the group itself did not. It was haunting to hear so many voices calling out for the same thing but it was not nearly as chilling as the sight of two ladies assaulting a little boy. One was holding him down and the other held a weapon like the one Ezio had shown him. And the poor boy's face... Torn and ruined. Why would anyone attack a boy that young?!
He stood there a moment taking in the scene before he opened his mouth to protest the actions being taken. Words that failed to appear when the sunken in face of the child morphed back to it's original form. ]
Mio dio...
[His hushed words grew hard as his eyes narrowed against the creature in the room. ]
That is no child. Is that the cause of all this madness?
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He stood there a moment taking in the scene before he opened his mouth to protest the actions being taken. Words that failed to appear when the sunken in face of the child morphed back to it's original form. ]
Mio dio...
[His hushed words grew hard as his eyes narrowed against the creature in the room. ]
That is no child. Is that the cause of all this madness?