xxxv λ musing

[assassino]

[All things considered, Ezio has had a busy day, but now he's out and about. He's hit up a dozen or so stores in town, mostly for painting frames and books, and perhaps you've see him running errands.


Later, however, he will be sitting down at his desk to scrawl out:]

I seldom write in this journal. I think that is funny; for every boy who knows how to write, three sit without education, and here I squander my gifts and ignore books. My sister does more writing than I do, and her talent is a rarity amongst women!

It has been more than a year since I have arrived –– closer, still, to thirteen months -- and each day I learn new things about the future, history, science, and even the human body. I do not think many days have passed in the past four hundred that saw me sitting idle and failing to learn!

Yet still, when I spoke to a young woman the other week, she was hard-pressed to believe that I would return to my time, forsaking the knowledge and science and hygiene of the future. I prefer the conventions of my time, and my culture, and I have work to do. So, I wonder, then...

How many of you would go home with another, to their time instead of yours?

I'm going to miss plumbing. I think that is what you call it –– "plumbing." Even after all this time, sometimes it is fun to turn on the "tap" simply to marvel at its convenience. It is a wonder there is so much water about without the streets being flooded like the canals of Venezia.

And I have such good memories of the miracles of showers, with thanks to some of the beautiful women in this castle.

E. Auditore.

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[secondchances]

[She laughs.]

I knew you'd say that.

hehe

[assassino]

[He chuckles.]

Ah, your mind is as foul as mine.

[secondchances]

You found me out. I hid it for so long, too!

[assassino]

You can hide nothing from me, you know.

[secondchances]

I guess. I don't really need to hide anything from you, do I?

[She doesn't have war rooms or LISTS.]

[assassino]

No, I think not. We have little to hide from each other.

[secondchances]

Even certain rooms?

[assassino]

I have not invited you because I know you would not like it, not because I desire to hide it from you. Do you really want to see my instruments of violence and portraits of the dead?

[secondchances]

What if I do?

[assassino]

Then say so, I do not like guessing games.

[secondchances]

I want to see it.

[She's not sure if ignorance is bliss when Tim's here and likely to be scrutinizing everything about Ezio. She'd rather know before he somehow finds out.]

[assassino]

I will show you, then.

[secondchances]

[Another arm squeeze. She doesn't like that feeling in her stomach, but she's sticking with this decision.]

Thank you.

[She'll do her best not to flip out. It's better to be in the loop than out of it.]

[assassino]

Of course, bambina.

[secondchances]

Do I get to see it decorated or undecorated?

[assassino]

It is mostly done, anyhow, these are just for the finishing touches.

[gesture with the bag]

[secondchances]

So I can see it now?

[Before she reconsiders.]

[assassino]

If you do not mind making the trek back to the castle now, yes.

[secondchances]

I wasn't doing anything important.

You're done?

[assassino]

I am.

[secondchances]

Then off we go. [She'll steer them in the right direction.]

Is it behind a secret door?

[assassino]

It is. You have stood on it many times.

[secondchances]

Sneaky. I like that much, at least.

[assassino]

So you need not worry about certain friends finding it.

[secondchances]

He's no stranger to finding secrets. But I doubt he'll enter your room for anything.