[She pauses, realizing that she hadn't gone there intending to confess her love for him, least of all to try and have something with him here. The circumstance wasn't unhappy... just unexpected. Still, it was unknown as well.]

I've been running from love for so long, Ezio. Using emotion as a weapon, laying my trust alongside the easiest way to hurt someone.

It's not that I don't want it... it's just that I'm not sure what to do with it when I have it. [A light bit of nervous laughter slipped from her.]

I've told myself for centuries that love would make me weak, that it's what can get me killed. But... [her head cants to the side, lifting her glass.] ...if I die here, I'll just return in two weeks.