Sedicesima Corsa

[is_the_eldest]

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[He's sitting at a desk, leaning back a little, the communicator set on the desk facing him. Similar to his last post, yet the frown on his face hardly matches the smile from before. Eyes downcast he clears his throat a little, fingers tapping on the table lightly. To any who know a certain Latimir landlord the view of the room

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[is_the_eldest]

Both of their frequencies are gone.

I'm here at Naja's... there is no sign of her only things she left behind... [Sniff. Runny nose, stop that.]

There is a note here, for you. Unfinished, you will still want to read it, Ezio. [Basically stating that even though things had gone sour between her and Ezio, that she still had feelings for him, cared for him and that that would never change. Even if he didn't feel the same. There would have been more, but she was sent home while writing... so it's unfinished, mid sentence.]

[is_the_eldest]

[His brother doesn't lie. He's there in short time and Federico wipes at his face again before offering the letter to him, watching his brother. Federico can see his brother trying to keep emotions back... the Ezio he'd known had been terrible at hiding his emotions this one... he was sure he had no choice but to at times.]

[is_the_eldest]

Ezio...

[He'll look up at him, rubbing at his face, then clasps his hands in his lap.]

I think you already know that answer. She was not someone looking for something simple or easy... nor anything that lasted one night. [Him and Naja had spoken here and there on the matter, and he'd never really sat Ezio down and talked to him about it in turn. He felt bad for having promised Naja he would... and not keeping his promise.]

She cared very much for you, brother. She will now even though she's no longer here.

[is_the_eldest]

[... standing he'll move to his brother's side, a hand on his shoulder.]

... she is, but we will not forget her, no? [He's trying to smile for you, Ezio. Trying to cheer his little brother up. This feels like a great time for some wine. And not thinking. Thinking is bad.]

[is_the_eldest]

She is.

[He'll squeeze Ezio's shoulder, and at his fantastic mind melding idea, he'll nudge his brother towards the door.]

I could not agree more, baby brother.