✟ ii

[abelard]

[Lucrezia]
Sister, we must speak. Immediately.

[It's late for a ride, but Cesare needs to let off steam from having to have such an unpleasant discussion with his sister. He's in the stable, grooming and saddling his horse. If ever you wanted to speak with an infamous historical figure, now would be prime speaking time.]

Comments

[assassino]

[Dismissive.]

She is much too clever for that, but I suppose you are right. However did she survive Pesaro, without her doting brother there to guide her every move?

[abelard]

Cleverness must run in the Borgia blood.

[assassino]

I'm sure it does.

[Craftiness, too, you fucking bastard.]

[abelard]

I bid you good evening then, Auditore.

[GO. AWAY. ASSHOLE.]

[assassino]

[A chipper wave with the sentiment of a middle finger. That's how we roll.]

Arrivederci, Cardinale Borgia!