[He can hear that voice. Hear the sound it makes and the danger that lies just beneath it. And while he has faced many things in his life, and hasn't flinched, the severity of Altaïr's words sends a chill down his spine. He's angered them both, he knows this, and a part of him begins to wonder if he's actually ever going to fall in their good graces again, a simple mentioning causing such cataclysmic results.
A good chunk of him seriously doubts it.
Ezio has always worked on his own. He has made allies by his own deduction, chose who should know, who shouldn't. It has served him well over twenty years, and trying to change to this method was like trying to teach an old dog new tricks. Habits die hard, even for him. The maestro is still human, after all.]
No. Non mettere le parole in bocca. ['Don't put words in my mouth.'] That was not my intent. It is the furthest from it. I owe you much, including my life- despite being from a different time. That will not change, no matter what differs in our ways of upholding the Order.
[Ezio wishes now, more than anything, that he can explain his reasons, beyond the simple 'different period, different lifestyle' that he has noticed between them over the days. But he can't, because it will only serve as an excuse, only anger them further.
Still, he returns their gaze, knowing fully well that anything he says is almost pointless at this moment. It's painful, to see his own ancestor disapproving and coming close to killing him. If it comes to that, he doesn't know how he'll handle it. Doesn't know if he can. To fight Altaïr is like forcing himself to fight his uncle, to fight his allies one by one, mercilessly.
A pause, and then:]
However. I cannot convince you that what I had done is for a good purpose. You have no reason to trust me, and I do not expect that to change.
[He is insightful, and if anything, he is giving them permission to do what they deem is necessary for a consequence.]
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A good chunk of him seriously doubts it.
Ezio has always worked on his own. He has made allies by his own deduction, chose who should know, who shouldn't. It has served him well over twenty years, and trying to change to this method was like trying to teach an old dog new tricks. Habits die hard, even for him. The maestro is still human, after all.]
No. Non mettere le parole in bocca. ['Don't put words in my mouth.'] That was not my intent. It is the furthest from it. I owe you much, including my life- despite being from a different time. That will not change, no matter what differs in our ways of upholding the Order.
[Ezio wishes now, more than anything, that he can explain his reasons, beyond the simple 'different period, different lifestyle' that he has noticed between them over the days. But he can't, because it will only serve as an excuse, only anger them further.
Still, he returns their gaze, knowing fully well that anything he says is almost pointless at this moment. It's painful, to see his own ancestor disapproving and coming close to killing him. If it comes to that, he doesn't know how he'll handle it. Doesn't know if he can. To fight Altaïr is like forcing himself to fight his uncle, to fight his allies one by one, mercilessly.
A pause, and then:]
However. I cannot convince you that what I had done is for a good purpose. You have no reason to trust me, and I do not expect that to change.
[He is insightful, and if anything, he is giving them permission to do what they deem is necessary for a consequence.]