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[Ezio is about to bust out the most intense filter work of his life. He has never done a complicated filter before, and he needs to do this right.]

----- Inventors, technology experts, mechanics, but barring those who seek power -----

[he clears his throat, then in that thick Italian accent:]

Hello... my name is Ezio Auditore, and I seek an inventor or mechanic or... esperto of some kind. I have obtained an object of great importance, but I do not know what it does, or what it is capable of.

But I need someone I can trust, someone with the right... sensitivities for this object.

-----Historians and Religious people, barring Lucrezia Borgia -----

[Still more thick Italian accent:]

I seek information about Pope Alexander VI.

-----

[And, with that done, you can find him in the kitchen, contemplating the microwave.]

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[ouch... Ezio, ouch. there's a long pause on this end... silence broken only by the creak of his chair, and then a soft exhale. his voice is quieter... and there is apology in it.]

...I'm sorry... sincerely, for your loss. I never meant to belittle your pain, or the pain of your family. For whatever comfort it is, I'll pray for them, Mr. Auditore.

I would never suggest to turn a blind eye to the evils you see around you. Many do... it's easier, especially when the pain like yours isn't their own. But... I will still tell you, as priest or a man, that revenge and hatred has a way of eating your soul up. Even if you were to take that man's life with your own two hands -- not that I suggest that's what you wish or intend to do...

...I think you'd find that it does little to ease the pain. I'd fear it would only bring you more, however much good you believe it would do for you and your people, and as genuinely as I wish that things were not as they are in your home. If the evil of tyrants and monsters could be ended with the taking of a life...

This world is never so simple. And, I don't think it ever will be.

[It's hard to keep up the momentum of being defensive when it isn't matched by equal offense, but he tries.]

If a man takes the lives of many, especially innocent lives, for nothing but his own benefit, then losing his own life seems a fitting consequence. If he were spared and allowed to keep his life, would that not be a blind eye turned by those who knew the truth of his actions?

I would sooner work in the dark to serve the light than be at the mercy of those who are violent without fear of consequence.

Stopping him from causing pain doesn't necessitate death. And in the case of someone in power, sometimes... stripping them of that power would be a greater pain than the loss of their life.

For you... who knows what it's like to suffer the pain of grief and loss of things that mean the most to you...

Don't you think that sometimes, being forced to live with the consequences of your actions -- whether through punishment, or the unjust actions of others -- is far more a 'fitting' penance than the escape of death?

And how is a relatively powerless man with more notoriety than resources supposed to turn all of Italia against this tyrant and strip him of his power without ending lives?

Is it easier to kill him then to try?

I realize that to take a life seems painfully easier than the alternatives. There is no guarantee of success. There might not even seem to be hope.

But the same history that teaches me that this man will die of an illness in 1503 has also taught me that men born beggars or slaves have grown to change their people, their cities... their world.

No revolution was ever won without death, Father.

Call me an idealist or naive... but I can hope that one day someone will set the precedent, Mr. Auditore.

Look at your history books again, and they will tell you that it will not happen in my time. A man I spoke to earlier comes from a time a thousand years ahead of mine, and still, humanity knows no peace. What is the point when we know it will never come to pass?

My past may not be your future, you know that? For all we're aware, my world and yours are in completely different universes... and in yours, the tables are turned. That man is usurped, or killed. There is no way to know, Mr. Auditore, and you can't give up hope even if that isn't the case...!

You will want to build that family of yours one day without a heavy heart, don't you? All we can do is strive for the future we dream of. Peace in mine, and peace in yours... we have to hang onto it, however impossible it might seem!

[He considers this for a long moment. Sigh.]

Other worlds make little sense to me, but I suppose it's a possibility.

And as long as there's the possibility, there has to be hope. Okay?

You have to keep hoping.

We wouldn't be brought here to grow and learn what we do for no reason. Maybe our purpose here is to change the future. To fix our mistakes, right wrongs... make things better. If you believe in 'fate,' then... maybe you can believe this, too.

I understand.

[He pauses.]

I have a request, if I may ask.

Of course. What's on your mind...?

Rodrigo Borgia's daughter is here –– a girl of maybe fifteen or sixteen named Lucrezia. She is unaware of her father's crimes, both the current ones and the ones yet to come.

I'd like to request that you keep silent to her about her father, as well as my interest in him. I'd like to... protect her, so that Borgia does not destroy her life as he has destroyed mine.

I will understand if you are concerned for her safety, but I swear I mean her no harm.

[ah. Ezio.

...he can't see it, but there's a small smile on this end.]

I promise, I won't say a word to disturb her peace.

It would seem you're quite the 'good man' at heart after all, Mr. Auditore.

[He could bristle or argue the "after all" bit, but he accepts that people will never really understand until they're in his shoes. So he just leaves it with a simple:]

Thank you.

[b'aww he didn't mean it like that, babby. Abel judges not. ...it'd be kind of stupid if he did, considering.]

Did I manage to satisfy all your curiosities, at least...?

Yes, Father.

Good! Then... I hope our next conversation can take place over tea sometime, eh? Don't get me wrong -- the journals are nice and all, but it's hardly a replacement for a little face time.

[A bit more at-ease, at that. Though he's not particularly eager to deal with moralizing, it's only polite... and it's good to make friends, especially if he means to stay in good standing with the other residents.]

Of course. Though...

[a touch sheepish]

I do not know what "tea" is.

[--CHOKED NOISE:] ...You poor, poor, neglected soul, I... I'm so sorry. [so grave.]

Don't you worry, Mr. Auditore. I will remedy this horrible tragedy, just you-- wait! You'll be in love in no time at all~!

[A bit concerned. What is he missing, exactly?]

It must be serious, for my ignorance to be a tragedy.

Absolutely--! A sin against man, for one to go his lifetime without knowing tea's sweet embrace upon his tongue...

I was not aware it was possible to sin against man.

Is it like wine?

It absolutely can! A crime against the entirety of mankind! A sin against your brethren of blood, Mr. Auditore--! [all the dramatics.]

No, no... it's warm, and made from herbs and heated water. There's many different flavors and varieties... I'm positive you'll like it! Definitely!

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