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Ezio hesitated at the door, unwilling to witness that blank face once again. It was a face that pained him far worse than any cut or bruise or broken bone ever could. Ever since the executions things had been this way day in and day out, despite his and Claudia's best efforts to bring Maria back to them.
Claudia had taken it on her shoulders to speak to their mother each night or when she had free time, hoping to bring her back slowly if at all.
Ezio, away on missions most of the time, had taken on the duty of collecting and bringing back feathers. The very type of feathers that their dear little brother, Petruccio, had always collected, in his memory.
But there was one thing they both maintained - it was the very task Ezio usually checked upon at night, long after Claudia was asleep (when he was away Mario took his place for him).
Swallowing the lump in his throat Ezio pushed the door open, his eyes taking in the dim lighting of the room, the deep shadows and of Maria still kneeling at her bedside. That damned vacant expression was still upon her face as the weak candle flame flickered on her bedside table.
It was a good thing he had come in when he had, any later and it would have gone out.
Ezio quickly lit the candle in his hand using the tiny flame from the used and nearly dead one, the very candle that he had grabbed before coming up into this eerily silent and shadowed place. The newly lit candle took the old one's place, Ezio blowing the small flame out of the dying candle. Smoke wafted up in thin wisps, the smell of a candle's burnt wick filling the stale air.
Ezio didn't like this.
It was too quiet. Maria should have been humming or speaking to him now, wishing him a good night. Hell, he would even have sufficed for a chastising for his womanizing!
Ezio lingered behind the shock victim, hoping, pleading for her to snap back to reality even for but a moment. For her to turn and smile, wish him a goodnight and give a corresponding hug and a kiss to the cheek as she customarily did.
But no such thing happened, despite Ezio's wait... Ezio moved as if to touch her shoulder, a comforting act to any other person, to any person grounded in reality... He hesitated again, hand centimeters away before he dropped it.
It was no use, it would do no good.
"Good night, madre." Ezio murmured, breaking the quiet. "Potrebbe non hai mai essere bloccato al buio."
And with that Ezio left, the door closing with a barely audible 'snap' behind him, leaving Maria in her silence, unaware of the visitor she had just had.
Madre = mother
Potrebbe non hai mai essere bloccato al buio. = May you never be stuck in the dark.
That second phrase took me forever to translate properly. I had to use a combination of using Google Translate then copy&paste the translated phrase over onto Google search and let Google Chrome translate it to English again to get the right phrase combos. It took 10+ tries to get it right with the combinations used for differing portions of the sentence itself.