Silenzio. Silenzio. Twenty-two years ago, I stood where I stand now–and watched my loved ones die, betrayed by those I had called friends. Vengeance clouded my mind. It would have consumed me, were it not for the wisdom of a few strangers, who taught me to look past my instincts. They never preached answers, but guided me to learn from myself.
We don’t need anyone to tell us what to do; not Savonarola, not the Medici. We are free to follow our own path. There are those who will take that freedom from us, and too many of you gladly give it. But it is our ability to choose–whatever you think is true–that makes us human…
There is no book or teacher to give you the answers, to show you the path. Choose your own way! Do not follow me, or anyone else.
“Through anger and betrayal, Altaïr lost those closest to him–and yet he carried on. I have never felt pain so severe… Perhaps because my heart is too hard to risk the joys of real love.” – Ezio Auditore
Sofia: É così bello qui. (It is so beautiful here.) This is where your Order began?
Ezio: It began thousands of years ago, but here it was reborn.
Sofia: By the man you mentioned? Altaïr?
Ezio: Altaïr Ibn La’Ahad. He built us up, then set us free. He saw the folly of keeping a castle like this. It had become a symbol of arrogance, and a beacon for all our enemies.
Sofia: And the mandate for menacing hoods…was that his idea as well?
You mentioned a Creed before. What is it?
Ezio: Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Sofia: That is rather cynical.
Ezio: It would be if it were doctrine. But it is merely an observation of the nature of reality. To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.
Sofia: Do you regret your decision? To live as an Assassin for so long?
Ezio: I do not remember making that decision. This life, it chose me. For three decades I have served the memory of my father and my brothers, and fought for those who have suffered the pain of injustice. I do not regret those years, but it is time to live for myself, and let them go. To let go of all of this.