[He doesn't comment further on the suggestion either. What happens will happen and should they simply rest or enjoy the rest of the evening is up to circumstance. Either result is welcome to him. As for her story, he listens attentively, offering a few changes in his expression as she touches on certain details, both terrible and relieving.]
One day we'll find a way. Me and several others are working towards it every day.
[He's hesitant. Already he's hurt one for neglecting to be honest about his activities and this is the sort of relationship he doesn't want to damage.]
I was born in Firenze. My father was a banker, as I knew for a long time. My family consisted of my mother, Maria. My father, Giovanni. My brothers, Petruccio and Frederico. And finally my sister, Claudia. For a long time, I assumed I would grow up to help run my father's bank.
[A small sigh as such things were so long ago.]
My elder brother taught me how to climb buildings and fight. At the time, I thought nothing of it until one particular day when my father sent me on a few tasks... When I returned, guards had ransacked our home and seized my brothers and father. They had been framed for a crime they didn't commit and I learned from my father why.
My father and brother's true lives were of the Assassin Order. Men and woman that spent their lives protecting the freedom of the people from their constant rivals, the Templars. Men who sought power, control and wealth no matter the cost. They were the ones responsible for framing my family.
At first, all I thought about was the safety of my Sister and Mother. They were all I had left. I brought them to my uncle's estate in Tuscany where he promised to keep them safe, but also wished to teach me the ways that my father and brother would have passed on.
[He shakes his head, frowning.]
I was so foolish at the time, not realizing how my suffering and the suffering of my family was only a part of the pain these people had caused, but it was personal, and I held onto my hatred for a long time. Even as I had grown to accept their ways. "Do not stain your blade with the blood of the innocent", "Hide in plain sight", and "Do not compromise the brotherhood."
So much bloodshed, all for the sake of power. I only recently and very nearly put things to an end in Roma. The Borgia family is in ruins and yet... My work is not yet done.
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One day we'll find a way. Me and several others are working towards it every day.
[He's hesitant. Already he's hurt one for neglecting to be honest about his activities and this is the sort of relationship he doesn't want to damage.]
I was born in Firenze. My father was a banker, as I knew for a long time. My family consisted of my mother, Maria. My father, Giovanni. My brothers, Petruccio and Frederico. And finally my sister, Claudia. For a long time, I assumed I would grow up to help run my father's bank.
[A small sigh as such things were so long ago.]
My elder brother taught me how to climb buildings and fight. At the time, I thought nothing of it until one particular day when my father sent me on a few tasks... When I returned, guards had ransacked our home and seized my brothers and father. They had been framed for a crime they didn't commit and I learned from my father why.
My father and brother's true lives were of the Assassin Order. Men and woman that spent their lives protecting the freedom of the people from their constant rivals, the Templars. Men who sought power, control and wealth no matter the cost. They were the ones responsible for framing my family.
At first, all I thought about was the safety of my Sister and Mother. They were all I had left. I brought them to my uncle's estate in Tuscany where he promised to keep them safe, but also wished to teach me the ways that my father and brother would have passed on.
[He shakes his head, frowning.]
I was so foolish at the time, not realizing how my suffering and the suffering of my family was only a part of the pain these people had caused, but it was personal, and I held onto my hatred for a long time. Even as I had grown to accept their ways. "Do not stain your blade with the blood of the innocent", "Hide in plain sight", and "Do not compromise the brotherhood."
So much bloodshed, all for the sake of power. I only recently and very nearly put things to an end in Roma. The Borgia family is in ruins and yet... My work is not yet done.