Sometimes it mattered. Maybe not at the moment it did not. Capturing was number one on his list. Sure, it was pretty important. But Ezio didn't want to capture her. She was kind to him. But if she was part of the Templar, he had to. She was out to kill him, even if she didn't know it herself. Rosalia would kill him no matter what it took. She might not even know what she was doing. She seemed innocent enough to him. But no matter how innocente she really was, he refused to let her go on to kill him. Of course she would eventually if he didn't take care of her quickly. He'd die and the Templar would win.
So he devised a plan to kidnap Rosalia and kill her. If he could kill her before she reached him…then he would win. As close as you could get to winning, I guess, when the Templar was around. You see, the Templar will live on forever. In the shadows. You will never see them for they rarely surface to the outside world. Only the inside Assassin's and the members of the Templar will ever know what really goes on. One day you could hear a story that has been passed down. They'll all be lies because the Templar is a secret to those who do not belong.
Ezio felt that the one jewel that was left to die in a pile of scuffed rocks did not belong anywhere near the Templar. Rosalia did not need to be part of the Templar yet she stayed for her father's sake.
They could easily take Rosalia from Templar, booting her to the streets of Italy. But that'd be too easy. Would you like someone wandering with your greatest secrets, tempting to spill over? Of course not. You'd kill her first of course, but Rosalia was too high up to be killed by the Templar. For she held the secret that could give Templar all power over Italy, and possibly letting it bleed into the other surrounding countries.
You do not kill what you need living.
That'd be an immensely foolish thing to do. If you were to kill that which you need to live is as if you were to kill yourself. That was what it was to the Templar. If they killed her, they might as well have killed themselves for she was their only hope. Which was why Ezio needed to act quickly. If she was to tell them any time soon what the secret was, then he would have acted in vain.
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The candle burned softly, nearing the end of the wicker. As the flame sputtered and flickered out, her papers slipped. Slipped as if a breeze had swept through the room. But there was nothing, not a door nor window that could have granted access to this wind. Or so she thought.
Rosalia hurried to snatch another candle and her papers from the floor. No one was supposed to know she was awake and lively in the early morning hours. It was two hours past midnight, and she was writing. Writing letters to Ezio. She was fond of Ezio and would have loved for him to return the fondness. But lately he had become very hostile towards her. It burned her up inside, burned her up more than the flame of the new candle she had lit.
Dipping the quill into the jar of ink, she began the looping calligraphy that was her handwriting. She huffed at the stray hairs that had slipped from her messy bun she had yanked it back into around the first time she had awoken. The midnight black curls that slipped were upsetting her, as she had to continuously replace them behind her ears. She sighed softly and scribbled a few rude words down on the extra piece of paper she had set aside.
Rosalia's dress shifted as another breeze somehow swept through. This time, she pushed back her chair silently and stepped towards the direction she had felt it come from. Softly and slowly stepping into the darkness where the candlelight did not reach.