Reckless and uncaring, seventeen year old Ezio lived "La dolce vita" , completely disregarding everything. You could always see him leaping across rooftops, and chase skirts all around Firenze without a care in the world. A life of a banker was already set out for him, and with his family his life was simply whole.
"May it never change us."
Those words would forever haunt him, remembering his father and brothers lifelessly hanging from the gallows. And despite being there, there was absolutely nothing he could have done, except watch as their life drained out of them, and his forever changed. His father and Federico and Percuccio's life had been stripped away. But he had not realized that the seventeen year old Ezio's life had also been taken.
Vengeance. That was the only thought, the only feeling he had felt for decades. They say your first kill will never escape your memories. They were wrong, as it simply blurred with the countless lives he had ended in exchange for his family. But even he knew, but was afraid to admit, that it would never bring them back, only give him a sick sense of satisfaction when he painted the truth in their blood.
Regret. After all he has seen, he lives to regret many of his decisions. If he had only known that this life was bigger than anything he had ever imagined, maybe he would have thought twice before diving head first into a life of an assassin. He was too young, and it was exciting, he got to see the world- Nevertheless, looking back, it might not have made a difference anyway, as he did not choose this life-it chose him. And now he was too far to ever be able to get out. And for the first time ever, he now felt insignificant, as he knew there were thousands who had stories as dramatic as his, and now this never ending war, the Assassins and Templars, this life was threatening to swallow him whole.
Emptyness. That was all that was left of him after his enemies were dead, and his family name restored. Now all he could do was search. Search for another objective he thought, but knew it was also searching for something to kill. Eventually he could take it no more and left his home country, looking to pick up the broken pieces of a puzzle Altair left behind. When there is nothing left, all Ezio could do was look for satisfaction. Or maybe, he thought, I just like how that sounds.
"When I was a young man; I had liberty but I did not see it, I had time but I did not know it, I had love but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three..."
A lifetime is never enough, is it? What will happen, if nearing the end of your days your past mistakes catch up to you? When you were too young, to brash... He devoted a lifetime to a cause that he was born into, a cause that had brought grief upon his family. Eventually he had lost his way, lost himself as he blindly fought, forgetting the real reason behind it all. And it wasn t until his days were slipping away, that he remembers. "I suppose when you near the end, he mused to himself, you start to think about the beginning."
