"Aren't we all masters of our time?" He said, thinking himself clever yet there was a sadness to his tone as well. "To those that follow me, yes. I will lead them. I have become a master in our Creed and will establish bureaus throughout Italy. Freeing the people of the oppressors by taking back control regions of our lands." He looked to Altaïr's scar and wondered on his fight, wondering if he felt himself more a man for the scar to his mouth for everyone to see. Ezio's was not significant in that way, but in the way that during that day, that time, everything had changed and he no longer was the boy that obtained that wound and by the time it healed he was on the path of becoming the man he must, the man he needed to be.
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