[Ah, cazzo. Just when he'd thought he was clear. Ezio turns back to look, eyes meeting Desmond's briefly, before pushing forward into the alley and then climbing up towards the rooftop of a nearby building. He gives no acknowledgement verbally, but then again, he has no plan to.
Why do the Assassins insist on poking their noses where it doesn't belong? There's a bit of a sigh, but the Italian waits for the other once he reaches the top. Desmond has been exceptionally close this whole day and trying to act as if they were connected- even going as far as to call him padre. Hah. His assassin self is just as weak as he expected, forming relationships to keep himself from constantly breaking.
Well. If this Assassin wants to speak with this Templar, then so be it. But let it be known, the end result will not be in either of their favor.]
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Why do the Assassins insist on poking their noses where it doesn't belong? There's a bit of a sigh, but the Italian waits for the other once he reaches the top. Desmond has been exceptionally close this whole day and trying to act as if they were connected- even going as far as to call him padre. Hah. His assassin self is just as weak as he expected, forming relationships to keep himself from constantly breaking.
Well. If this Assassin wants to speak with this Templar, then so be it. But let it be known, the end result will not be in either of their favor.]