"You called him old?" La Volpe chuckled.
"Well he is nineteen years older than me, in my book that's old. And I only half meant it, I was really just trying to get him to hurry up or else we would've missed their meeting."
"I was not going to stop that long." He almost yelled. He saw Arabella jump, Volpe simply glanced at Ezio. With a curt nod Ezio took a seat in the chair across from Arabella. He could've sworn she was blushing, but she had her hood up and the shadow obscured any change in the colour of her cheeks. "Anyways what are you doing in Venezia?"
"I called him here," Antonio cut in. She jumped again too. "and now that he is here you two need to leave." He pointed at the two assassins, the jerked his thumb towards his door. Ezio sighed as he forced himself from the comfortable chair and out the door. Arabella jumped up from her chair and followed after the other assassin.
"Bella!" A voice came from above, Ezio looked up to see a man, roughly around his own age staring down. "You've been gone far longer than you said you would be. Get yourself home madre is going to get worried." He turned to look at Arabella, but she was already on the roof across from her brother heading towards what Ezio assumed to be the direction of her home. "Ezio Auditore?" He looked back at the man and nodded. Ezio took a few steps back as he watched the other climb down and take a small drop before landing in front of Ezio. "I am Aloysius Balestra, we've meet before but it was a long time ago, we were only children, and our fathers good friends and business partners." Ezio knew he had recognized the last name from somewhere. He did faintly recall meeting Aloysius and his father.
"I remember meeting you and your father, Zeno was his name right?" The two smiled at each other. "How has he been, you and your family as well?" The smile faded from Aloysius' lips.
"I guess with all what you've been doing you never found out. Our father died about 19 years ago, we didn't find out until a year later."
"I'm sorry I never knew." Aloysius smiled waving it off the apology.
"It is alright Ezio, you had more important matters to deal with. I'll say it is good to know that the line of Auditore assassins is not dead."
"Wait, how long had you known your father was an assassin."
"My whole life, I had been raised knowing the truth about assassins, and began training when I was eleven. That's why we would visit your family in Firenze, so your father could help train me in the ways of the assasins. I had always wondered why you and your brothers were never told about your herratige." A bit of envy rose in Ezio, he could see his own father training Aloysius and whished it was him instead. He stared off facing away now so Aloysius wouldn't see any change in expression if he had any.
"And I guess we will always wonder, now that he is gone." He muttered. Aloysius placed his hand upon Ezio's shoulder in a wordless apology. Now a tinge of guilt hit Ezio for being angry at Aloysius for something out of his control, he turned his head and smiled to change the subject. "So what about your sister, Arabella? What's her story?"