But that face, unrecognizable by most outside the Creed but it was part of every training memory, every footstep towards the assassin he was now. It was everywhere, silently watching and observing, creating a bond with each assassin until he didn't acknowledge his observer. The name was alway in his mind and he'd called it out countless--
Ezio's smile faded at she drew away but he was confident he'd proved his point. Nodding again to her he turned and his eyes instantly recognized Altair's stance. Assassins see each other without hoods, but only inside the castle walls. You had to know your brothers by body language and other decisions they made, such as what weapon they used. Ezio instantly saw the unusual stiffness in Altair's hands, they were slightly too straight as if preparing for an attack and that only meant one thing. The Templar invasion. Ezio was only three years old that day but those who died in that battle still shook the very roots of the Creed sixteen years after. Ezio never knew why it affected Altair so much, but something happened that day. Something terrible. He couldn't even imagine something happening that Altair would be haunted by. Nothing fazed this man, not even the death of Maria. Or his parents. Or his sister. Ezio even doubted he would acknowledge his own death when he died. He was the perfect Creed member, absolutely nothing afflicted him and he was going to be the best leader the Creed has ever seen. Ezio was sure of that.
"In tensione. Ricordi. Accenda." He recited the words his brother often spoke of referring to that day. Altair instantly loosened the slightest bit and looked up at him.
((P.S. - ALtair was standing there for the first paragraph its osunds like he fell down, but that was in the memoery, he was just reliving it again.
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