Deacon: Bloody hellfire. Sorry to interrupt – you know – what was quite a poignant moment, but we’ve got more trouble. Bishop, are you there?

Bishop: I hear it. You know what to do.

Deacon: Opening a bridge now.

Bishop: You know, Deacon. I think Abstergo are still riled up about your job last month.

Deacon: Oh, you don’t say. Okay, the bridge is open. Go.

Bishop: You can’t snoop around Abstergo’s sequenced data without ruffling a few feathers, right?

Deacon: Well, we didn’t just snoop, did we? We stole their data, destroyed their Precursor samples, and what else… oh yeah, we melted a few of their servers.

Bishop: That’ll do it.

allsoundsasscreed:

Leonardo: So, Ezio, what do you do?

Maria: He’s been working for his father.

Leonardo: Ah! You’re to be a banker?

Ezio: For now. And you? Art, was it?

Leonardo: Truth be told, it’s been difficult for me to settle. Painting is nice, but I often feel like my work lacks… I don’t know… purpose. Does that make sense? I’d rather contribute more practically. More directly, Architecture, perhaps. Or anatomy. I’m not content to merely to capture the world. I want to change it.

Maria: Oh, Leonardo! I have no doubt you’ll go on to do great things!

Leonardo: Vi ringrazio, Madonna. (I thank you.) That’s kind of you.

Happy birthday Leonardo da Vinci–the man who changed the world!