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[Ezio ignored the things he saw out of the corner of his eye now, he ignored the nightmares by not sleeping if he could avoid it, and he ignored the large hole Altair left in their family by working himself into exhaustion. He'd gotten most of his work done, his records written both in Italian and basic English in a separate book, though he wouldn't let anyone else see them just yet. Desmond and Clay needed the book in English, eventually, but for now no one else needed to see these things. Along with the records in the book, Ezio wrote more personal things, things he would one day want his great-great-however many greats-grandsons to see.
He wasn't sure if either of the boys had heard about Altair going home, however, and he supposed he had to tell them soon enough. He'd tried to call Desmond but after two missed calls he assumed he was with Kate. Next, he tried Clay, sitting at the desk in his Uncle Mario's study, hopeful that he could break the news to the one who knew him the least first, and then Desmond.]
He wasn't sure if either of the boys had heard about Altair going home, however, and he supposed he had to tell them soon enough. He'd tried to call Desmond but after two missed calls he assumed he was with Kate. Next, he tried Clay, sitting at the desk in his Uncle Mario's study, hopeful that he could break the news to the one who knew him the least first, and then Desmond.]