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.

Maria: Buongiorno (Hello), Ezio!

Ezio: Buongiorno a voi madre. Come state? (Hello mother. How are you?)

Maria: Sto bene. (I’m good.) And you?

Maria: Still recovering from last night?

Ezio: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Maria: Of course not. Anyway, I have an errand to run. I’d like you join me.

Ezio: Con piacere. (With pleasure.)

Maria: Come. It’s not far from here.

Giovanni: Oh, my love! Mi dispiace! (I’m sorry!) I was at the bank when they told me! Did I miss it? Am I too late?

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Give him here…

Maria: Giovanni…?

Giovanni: Shhh, my love. It will be alright. Tu sei un Auditore. Sei un combattente. Percio combatti! (You are an Auditore. You are a fighter. So fight!)

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Listen to him! A fine set of lungs!

Maria: And what shall we call him, my love?

Giovanni: Ezio!

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Ezio Auditore da Firenze!