Machiavelli: You and I have not seen eye-to-eye on many issues.
Ezio: Niccolò–
Machiavelli: But you are exactly what the Order needed. You have led the charge against the Templars and rebuilt this Brotherhood. Now, we must put Ezio where he belongs, at the head of the Assassins.
Ezio Auditore da Firenze. You will now be known as il Mentore (The Mentor), the guardian of our Order and our secrets.
Assassins: Nothing is true.
Ezio: Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember…
Assassins: Everything is permitted.
Happy birthday to the Mentor of the Italian Brotherhood! ☼ 24 June 1459 † 30 November 1524
“Lady Luck is with me today.” – Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton
Giovanni: Do you think me blind and deaf, son? I know all about your fight with Vieri de’ Pazzi last night. And then this little visit to Cristina!
Your behavior is unacceptable! It… it…
It reminds me of myself when I was your age!
William: Son? I… I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. You have to understand I’ve never been very good at this. Nevermind that we live rather… extraordinary lives.
Desmond: Yeah… I kinda liked my ordinary one.
William: You can’t escape who you are, Desmond.
Desmond: So I’ve noticed.
William: Look… it’s silly for us to go back and forth like this. I admit, I did a shitty job raising you. I apologize, I’m sorry. But it’s important you understand it didn’t come from a bad place. You’re my son. I love you. I guess I was so busy trying to make sure nothing bad happened, I didn’t… consider the consequences. Truce?
Arno: Don’t give me that look. Victor cheats when he plays Pharaoh, everyone knows it.
François: Arno? Who are you talking to?
Arno: No one, Monsieur (sir).
François: You’ll be happy to learn I persuaded Olivier to leave off calling the Marshalcy. Again.
Arno:Je vous remercie, Monsieur (Thank you, sir).
François: What is this, the sixth time? Seventh? Perhaps a new hobby might be better for your health.
Arno: Well, I find playing cards affords many opportunities for fresh air and exercise.
François: We’ll talk about this later. I have business in town, and must collect Élise before I can attend to it.
Arno: Élise is here?
François: Only for the night. She returns to Paris first thing tomorrow.
Arno: She’ll need an escort, won’t she? With you so preoccupied?
François: One of you running amok is quite enough. Remain here and see if Olivier has any chores for you.