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[alltenfingers]

[The audio comes into life and the usually smooth Italian voice is, instead, rough and breathless. Ezio's breathing is shallow and ragged, and it takes some time for him to finally be able to talk, but it doesn't make much sense.]

Sofia... I-- merda... Helen, I... [A pause comes as Ezio just tries to breathe.] ...the villa-- [There is a rough

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[alltenfingers]

[There isn't a response for some time, but Ezio eventually does get the chance to speak to him. His voice is hoarse and raspy, but he won't put video on, not yet.] Fenris. I am fine, it's alright.

[alltenfingers]

I... it is nothing, I will be alright. [He isn't fine. A fever is something he can recognise off the bat, and he's dizzy, breathless, and hasn't eaten or slept properly in weeks now. He's not going to admit defeat, however.]

[milesawayfrom]

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[ Guess who is walking around when he shouldn't be? That's right. Desmond Miles. He hates being stuck in a room. He was for weeks under the Templars. There's no way in hell that he's going to stay cooped up in a room and not get out and move around. Especially a room that originally belonged to Mario Auditore. Not that Desmond isn't grateful, it's just, the memories of Ezio and it all gets very eerie at times for him. He slowly makes his way down the stairs, holding his side lightly and making his way to the study. Whatever he was going to say to his ancestor catches in his throat as he sees the older assassin collapsed on the ground. ]

Shit! [ He hurries as fast as he can over, kneeling down to him and putting his hand on Ezio's arm. ] Hey, Ezio.

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio doesn't stir at the touch but when his name is called he does at least shift a bit, though it takes him a minute to open his eyes. He groans hoarsely, his skin broken into a cold sweat, and he pushes himself up slowly, still rather shaky. He hasn't gone so long without eating or sleeping, even during his travels, and he knows he's starting to get too old for a lot of the things he does, but he doesn't want to admit it honestly.

He sighs a bit, dragging his hand over his face, before eyeing his grandson.] You should be resting.

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond gives him a pointed look instead. Really? ]

You're laying on the ground passed out and you're telling me I should be resting? [ Grandpa, really, come on. Desmond shakes his head and sighs. ] Come on. Get up. We'll get you to your room and then we'll both rest. Sound like a good idea?

[alltenfingers]

Merda, I passed out...? [He sighs angrily at himself. He should have taken better care of himself but trying to establish an Order in Aliunde, the mess that went on there, then coming to Mandalus and doing it all over again, as well as Abstergo showing up and Desmond getting hurt, everything he needed to think about like food and rest got left to the wayside, because it didn't seem as important as rebuilding everything.]

Si, I suppose. [He gives Desmond a look, however, that he'll kick the crap out of him injured or not if he makes a big deal of this, like he's got to retire or something stupid like that. Still, he's getting to his feet to head up to bed.]

[notanemptymotto]

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Ezio. Ezio. Stai bene? Sono sulla mia strada alla villa. [ A good thing that the Sanctuary has a few motorcycles (that aren't Ashley's) that she can use. It's quicker than a car or the van. She leaves a message for Kate, Henry and Will that she has an urgent matter on her hands and she'll return as soon as possible. ]

[alltenfingers]

[When Ezio responds, his voice is raspy and he is still a bit breathless, but he doesn't sound as out of it as before.] Helen, I'm alright. Do not worry. [It's silly to even ask her not to worry, but he tries. Still, he feels like death warmed up and it's been a long time coming since Aliunde.]

[notanemptymotto]

You collapsed. In every medical sense of the situation, that points to you not being alright. [ Too bad she's already packing up the motorcycle to leave. ]

[alltenfingers]

Cazzo... Helen, I am alright now. Mi dispiace, I did not mean to cause you concern.

[broketheloop]

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[Clay was up on the roof of the Villa, just looking over the city. The Templars were gone-- as far as they knew-- and Desmond was healing. The sound of his great great whatever grandfather's coughing greets him and he frowns. Clay stands, then moves to the edge of the roof, looking around.] Gramps? [He shouts.]

[alltenfingers]

[There isn't a response to the shout, and Ezio simply remains on the floor, until Desmond has come to get him, and he's willingly gone to his bedroom to rest.]

[broketheloop]

[No reply, so Clay decides to search the grounds first, then inside the house. And Ezio is in the last place he looks, in bed.]

Ezio, what was that, man? [He asks, voice soft, frowning a little.]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio sighs, shaking his head a bit, and crossing his arms over his chest, on top of the covers.]

Nothing. I... ah... I have not been resting well. I got up too quickly and... [He shrugs.]

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[ All differences aside, Ezio was an ally. ]

Ezio? [ He doesn't really expect a reply, especially to him, but: ] Magnus left with an 'urgent matter'. I'm guessing she's coming to you --

[ A beat - a show of hesitation. ] What happened?

[alltenfingers]

[It's a little while before he responds and Ezio only returns the audio, not wanting to put it on video.]

It's nothing, it does not matter. She did come to me, but everything is fine now. [He pauses for a moment too.] I am sick, that's all it is.

[herprotege]

Good, good. [ cue the feeling of awkwardness, and the silence that comes with it.

He's clearing his throat. Sick? ] Well, ugh. Let'see if I get this right: Ri-me-tti-ti pre-sto? [ With a bit of an accent, and said slowly, of course.

He decided to give Italian a go so he'd have a bit of a clue when Ezio is speaking...or swearing at him. Whichever. ]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio pauses for a second and a small laugh comes, but it's not at Will, just in general. Will, you just earned an incredible amount of respect points from him.]

Grazie, I will try to recover soon. Your Italian is coming along.