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[alltenfingers]

[Ezio has been growing restless. Finally over the cold he had been getting, he has opted to spend the day anywhere but indoors. It's like being caged, sometimes, being within Aliunde, and yet being indoors all day while here is even worse. After years, decades, of running, climbing, jumping, battling, killing and fighting, barely surviving, and

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[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond is perched on top of a higher point of one of the buildings. His hands curled around the molding, staring down into the population below. He's tense, poised, and ready to go whenever needed. While the other recruits are working on their skills, Desmond has taken up his own training. His eyes narrow slightly, focusing in on a mother and child walking on the street below. With his hood up, bill covering his eyes, it'd take someone with a trained eagle sense to notice what he's working on. ]

[milesawayfrom]

[ With one last glance at the home below, Desmond turns and follows the Italian ancestor. He's quiet, but tense. ]

I'm twenty-six. I should have some idea who I am. [ He gives a frustrated sigh. ] I was a runaway... now I'm an assassin. Beyond that? I have no idea. [ Besides being the apparent savior of the world. ]

[alltenfingers]

Ha! You think I had any idea who I was when I was twenty-six? I was merely Un Assassino. A man plagued by revenge. Do you think anyone with our kind of lives would know who he is at that age? [Because Ezio is damn sure that any assassin thrown into it like they have been, at that age, would be so lost in the mess he's tangled up in that he would not know whether he is a man or still a boy, and knowing who he is beyond an assassin is near impossible.]

[milesawayfrom]

I think you had a damn well idea of what you wanted to do in life once you were done with revenge. Did it turn out that way? No, but you still had an idea. I don't even have that. [ He sighs in frustration. ]