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[assemblatore]

[There's that familiar-yet-unfamiliar Italian accent, deeper than usual:]

My time here has been short, and yet in that time I have seen things unfathomable to the people of my time... things that I find relieving, and things that I find deeply troubling. Men are not made to weather such changes in such a brief time, but I have enjoyed it for what it is, and will continue to do so.

Interesting, too, to get a better understanding of history, and the legacies that have been left by the most influential people of my time. Strange that some I thought would would be spoken of for centuries barely register with the people of the future, and others have risen out of nowhere.

[sigh]

I wonder what those men would have done differently, had they only possessed the gift of foresight. But at the same time, who can say history might have happened any differently, given man's inherent weakness, his proclivity towards selfishness and opportunity, even at the cost of another's? I should like to think it is different in the future, where good will towards men is readily taught, but in my time, who can blame a man for stepping on others to avoid starvation if none have taught him a greater morality and code of ethics? Even if he had received instruction, could a virtuous constitution prevent a man from becoming tyrants? I do not feel it is possible.

I would also like to believe that suffering is always worth someth––

[A pause to having a considerable coughing fit, though one muffled by his sleeve.]

Ah... What was I saying? It matters little. I am sure I have worn this topic thin over the years, and I am weary of it.

[A pause.]

It is unfortunate that my memories of this place are clouded by age. I would have liked to better remember what it was like to be a young man in this place.

Comments

[assemblatore]

I certainly did.

[secondchances]

I never would have thought that the man who passed out drunk, naked, and covered in paint in the lobby would turn into... this.

[She grins. EMBARRASSING STORIES, yes.]

[assemblatore]

[A snort of amusement.]

I am nothing if not surprising, hmm?

[secondchances]

Totally why I keep you around.

Hmm... what stories are there...

[assemblatore]

Oh, I am sure for every story you have, I have one worse that you don't know about.

[secondchances]

You can't say that and not share, Ezio.

[assemblatore]

I certainly can.

[secondchances]

Heeeeey. You're supposed to teach youth, like me, valuable life lessons! To not make the same mistakes you did! You're doing me a great disservice.

[assemblatore]

Would this advice work for a youth in another time?

[secondchances]

I'm good at picking up on the moral of the story.

Lol wrong account but I'm on my phone...

[assassino]

Hmmm... I have not told my wife of much, and my novices knew little more but the noises.

ahahahahahahahahaha wrong ass ;)

[secondchances]

Noises?

[Ezio, no. Not those kinds of noises...]

[assemblatore]

[JUST A SMILE]

[secondchances]

Dirty. Forever glad you lived multiple floors above me.

[assemblatore]

[He chuckles.]

[secondchances]

I'm glad you find it funny, but I guess I still can't handle talking about this stuff with someone old enough to be my grandfather. Subject change, Ezio?

[assemblatore]

As you wish. What would you rather talk about?

[secondchances]

Anything you'd like to talk about, actually. I mean, if there's anything. Otherwise, I'm sure I can find something. I do chatter pretty well.

[assemblatore]

[A considering pause.]

I am not sure. It is not often I have the opportunity to talk to people from the future.

[secondchances]

[Silly Ezio.]

I know, right? I think it'd be a pretty rare occurrence.

[assemblatore]

[Nod.]

I have once before. Only once.

[secondchances]

[Wait... what.]

You have? Really?

[assemblatore]

Briefly, yes. They called him Desmond.

[secondchances]

[What... the...]

Desmond?! Desmond as in--[greagreatgreatgreat x23423423432 grandkid? But she's not sure if she should say that. So, she just shuts her mouth, clears her throat, and tries again at a more normal pitch.]

Desmond used to be here. You met him. I met him. You... got to talk to him. In your time. Holy crap. How did that happen?

[assemblatore]

[Look of genuine surprise.]

It was the Apple. I do not know how it happened, but I imagined he could hear me... he did not reply, but I saw an image of him.

Who is he?