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"It speaks?!"  The King shouted, backpedalling away from Jack. "Incessantly," Damien sighed, rubbing his temples.  "Frankly, I'm surprised he managed to stay quiet for so long while you and Iridesia were speaking." "Shutup leech," snapped the giant puma. "Leech?"  The bald woman who apparently could "feel" that Damien was dead echoed.  "Why such a harsh nickname?" "Because that is what he is," Jack grinned, showing off his rows of sharp white teeth. "I was under the impression that you were dead," the redhead with glasses murmured. "I am dead," Damien bristled.  "It's complicated and not pertinent to this conversation." "Where i

 December 4th, 1511 Ren asks: "Dear Ezio, When was the last time you were afraid of something? I mean, being a fearless Assassin and all, but how do you deal with them?" Ren, I regret to inform you that I am neither as heroic nor brave as the icon I have been represented by recently. You see, for my purposes there may as well be two copies of Ezio Auditore patrolling Constantinople. The first copy is a very dependable man whose only fear is that one day he will grow old and become of no use to his Order. He does not fear death, he does not fear pain, and he does not fear fear itself. Nothing can shake the resolve of this strong