"Oh, it's French today?" Ezio returns glibly in French, and leans against the wall beside Arno's closed door. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, cabbage?"
Arno amazes him. To be fair, most things in reality still do; the low hum of a ship's engines, how information that would fill the world's largest library can be stored on a slip of metal no bigger than his thumbnail; even the easy access to clean, running water, hot water at that if he so pleased...the list goes on. This young man in particular, so much like his own self...another Assassin, from a completely different Matrix full of Assassins; the mind boggled. And they knew Ezio too! Or at least knew of him, taught his teachings, carried on the legacy that seemed to have crossed any sort of divide between the worlds. It was all very flattering if he could admit that to himself, though he never expected accolades or worshipful praise.
That...had been a little problematic. No, not a little-- hugely so, when it served to cause divides in the Brotherhood, when it meant Assassins killing Assassins out of some misguided interpretation of his work. Pierre Bellec is long dead now, but Ezio would gladly have shaken him until his teeth rattled.
But he's left that behind him. Now he's just another Matrix-born extract in the resistance against the machines, and he's got to get the new kid up and running.
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Arno amazes him. To be fair, most things in reality still do; the low hum of a ship's engines, how information that would fill the world's largest library can be stored on a slip of metal no bigger than his thumbnail; even the easy access to clean, running water, hot water at that if he so pleased...the list goes on. This young man in particular, so much like his own self...another Assassin, from a completely different Matrix full of Assassins; the mind boggled. And they knew Ezio too! Or at least knew of him, taught his teachings, carried on the legacy that seemed to have crossed any sort of divide between the worlds. It was all very flattering if he could admit that to himself, though he never expected accolades or worshipful praise.
That...had been a little problematic. No, not a little-- hugely so, when it served to cause divides in the Brotherhood, when it meant Assassins killing Assassins out of some misguided interpretation of his work. Pierre Bellec is long dead now, but Ezio would gladly have shaken him until his teeth rattled.
But he's left that behind him. Now he's just another Matrix-born extract in the resistance against the machines, and he's got to get the new kid up and running.