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"These violent delights have violent ends, and, in their triumph, die,
like fire and powder, which, as they kiss,
consume."

- Friar Lawrence, Romeo and Juliet, Act II Scene VI

Chapter 12

The Unspoken Path

When we got back to Leonardo's, peeking into the courtyard, La Volpe wasn't there. Leonardo, however, was, and had a message telling us that we wouldn't find The Fox there.

After saying goodnight to Leonardo and thanking him, we headed back to Paola's, ready to rest for the night.

"What do we do now?"I asked, staring up at Ezio.

"The plan still hasn't changed," he answered. "We have to stop Francesco from attacking the Medici at all costs. That's our primary move. After that...well, we'll figure something out."

I nodded. "Right. So we go out to the Medici's tomorrow."

"More or less. I think we—."

A loud bark echoed down the streets, making me jump. "What is that? What?" I hid behind Ezio as shadow came bounding towards us. It was a dog, dark fur and dark eyes, pink tongue lolling. "Ah!" I skittered to the other side of Ezio as the dog tried to lick at my hand. "It's it dangerous? Is it going to kill me?"

Ezio laughed. "It's just a dog, Narina. Calm down."

"Stop!" I slapped Ezio's arm when he went to pet the thing. "It could have...some disease or something! It might be rabid!"
"No," Ezio hummed, grinning as he knelt down to the ground, scratching the dog behind its floppy ears. "He's just looking for some company."

I shivered as the dog started to lick at Ezio's face. "Where did it come from? I've never seen dogs in Florence!"

"Plenty of people have them," Ezio explained, looking up at me. "I always wanted one, but I never got the chance."

Finally, I relaxed and watched as Ezio cooed to the creature under his breath, the dog still lapping away at Ezio's face, scraping audibly against the stubbly chin. Although it slightly grossed me out, I found it somewhat strange to witness, almost endearing.

"Pifo!" We both looked up, a young woman in a dark red dress running down the street. "There you are!"

Ezio stood up, rubbing the dog's head. "Your dog?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry," the girl said with a shy grin, her golden hair tumbling over her shoulders. "I let him out of the yard and he just ran off as soon as he saw the opening."

"He just wants to explore the city," Ezio said with a grin.

"Yes, but it gets him in so much trouble."

"Ah. I know someone like that." I threw a glare up at Ezio, although he wasn't looking at me. Asshole, I thought, looking away. Ezio then proceeded to use his flirtation tactics, making me feel extremely awkward and more peeved than I had been before. As the two of them talked, I watched from the corner of my eye how the dog's ears perked up. Before I could even say a warning, the dog was off, running down the streets.

"Pifo!" The woman cried.

Seeing my opportunity to get away from the two, I waved her off. "I got him, I got him!" I took off after the dog, which seemed to just be aimlessly running through the streets. Despite my attempt to try and give them some time alone, they both followed right behind me, Ezio keeping pace with the woman.

The dog led us through a maze of buildings, charging us through people and gates. Ezio and the girl had fallen far behind so I couldn't glance back over my shoulder and see them anymore. The dog was growing tired, slowing down so that I could catch up. "Pifo!" I called to it. "Please stop! I'm getting tired too, bud!"

The dog ignored me and turned down a alleyway. When I turned down it, a hissing cat suddenly screamed out, running by me. With a loud bark, Pifo came dashing out of a shadow and rammed into me, knocking be back against a low stone wall. I toppled over it, crying out as I fell down the other side. I didn't realize what was happening until I was enveloped in freezing cold liquid, choking out in surprise.

In a panic, I clawed at the water, bringing myself up over the surface as I gasped and choked for air, being swept down the current of the Arno. I realized at that point that I couldn't swim. The movement of the water pushed me back under, and I desperately tried to grab onto something, anything to save me from dying. With an awkward thrust of the current, I bobbed back above water, gasping and crying out nonsense, to terrified to actually say anything. Then I was pulled back under, my arms flailing about as I tried to bring myself back up to the surface. My heart tripped over itself when a thought crossed my mind: I'm going to die. As if the thought had frozen me, I stopped thrashing and I sunk lower, reaching colder depths. I closed my eyes.

There was an odd rush of water around me, and then there was life. I clung to it, wanting it more than ever, burying my face into it's warmth. With a rush of bubbles and splashes, I could breathe again, although I spent most of it coughing, trying to get the water that I had inhaled out of me. There was heat, there was movement, there was life. I clung so tightly to it, wanting to seize the opportunity, wanting to live.

"I don't know how to swim," I sputtered, squeezing Ezio as I breathed into his neck, shivering. "I don't know how to swim."

"I know," Ezio heaved, swimming us to the edge of the canal. "You're safe."

I kept repeating the sentence over and over, trying to grip onto reality but finding it difficult the way by body shook. Ezio waded out of the river and onto a low bank that winded back up into the streets. He knelt to set me down, but I shook my head no. I didn't think I could walk on my own.

We sat there for a long moment, my face buried in his neck, his arms holding me protectively while mine wrapped around his broad shoulders.

My mutters had gone silent, and his head leaned against mine, his breath falling on my ear. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, but the words that came out of my mouth were, "don't let go."

He stood up straight, shifting me in his arms comfortably. At that moment, the girl ran up to us and was going on about how relieved she was to see us both okay. She had the dog at her side, who stared up at me with his big, brown eyes, almost hauntingly so. Stupid dog. When the girl asked if she could help, Ezio shook his head no and bade her farewell, obviously tapped out on his flirtations for the night. Which was fine by me.

The cold night air wasn't nice to me. As we went back through the streets, I shivered more from the cold than from my fear, and I finally unburied my head from the crook of Ezio's neck.

"I could have died," I whispered, my forehead rubbing against his rough jaw.

"Yeah. You shouldn't be so reckless."

"It wasn't me!" I pouted, lifting my head up more. "The dog ran by me and pushed me into the water."

Ezio chuckled. "Maybe you shouldn't have let the dog push you around. Stand your ground, silly girl."

"I was just—!" I cut myself off, huffing. "You're impossible."

He ignored me as I glared up at him. His hood was pressed down against his back, his hair slicked down to the back of his neck; the ribbon must have been lost, because his hair was loose. Water droplets were still running down his angular face, creating pretty little shining paths across his skin. Sighing, I let my head drop again, at least grateful for his rescue and his warmth. How many times had he saved my life now?

"It's funny that your name means water and you can't even swim," Ezio commented, his grin widening.

"Shut up," I muttered, lifting my head and once again rubbing along his jaw. "You need to shave."

"I thought I could go for the beard look," Ezio hummed, jutting out his jaw.

"Ew," I responded, scrunching my face up. "No. Stay with what you got; it's more reflective of your roguish personality. Besides, I like it stubbly."

"I bet your thighs would like it too."

My face fell into complete horror and disgust. "Watch your mouth, pervert!"

Grinning, Ezio winked at me. "Well, it's true."

I didn't like the way my stomach was twisting, the way my face flushed with heat, the way my heart didn't seem to know how to function properly under that grin. The way I couldn't help but smile. It was those eyes—those amazing, golden eyes. I reached up over his back and grabbed onto the soaked hood, yanking it up over his head, covering his eyes. "Put your hood on, asino," I muttered, glancing away from him. Ezio laughed the entire way back to Paola's.

Once I had warm soup in my belly, I felt a little bit better about the whole thing, no longer feeling the slight numbness that came with death. Once Paola had heard that I nearly drowned, she had a bath drawn for me, and I nearly wept with the warmth of the water, glad to see that the incident wouldn't ruin cleanliness for me. During the bath, however, I realized that I had a gash in my leg—I wasn't entirely sure where I had gotten it, but the Arno did have a bunch of junk in it. In all of the panic, I must have not registered any pain. Once I was done with the bath, dressed in clean, dry clothes, I wandered around the bordella, looking for Paola so that I could get some bandages for my leg.

She was in the front room speaking with Ezio, who was sitting on a couch with three courtesans. I frowned at the sight, but waited patiently by, holding up one leg of my slacks around my thigh, until Paola looked over at me.

"How was your bath, Narina?" She asked, smiling at me.

"Good." I looked down at my leg, avoiding Ezio's gaze. "I got hurt somehow during the whole thing."

"Are you okay? Don't walk on it!" Ezio was suddenly right next to me, arm around me as he supported my weight.

"It's fine," I argued. "It's not that deep—I just don't want it getting infected is all. I can walk just fine." He ignored my explanation and led me over to the couch. It was like I was the plague, considering how the courtesans all fled from the couch as soon as they saw I was sitting there. Not that I wanted them there in the first place, but it made me feel like I was some sort of filthy disease.

"I'll have it bandaged up," Paola said softly before she swooped out of the room.

In the meantime, Ezio was bent over me, examining the cut as if he were some professional doctor looking for signs of infection.

I swatted at his head. "Stop," I muttered. "I'm fine."

"How did you not know about this before?" He asked, looking up at me. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"A little yeah." I remembered back before everything had turned upside down, when I had been stabbed by Vieri and how I had healed quickly. Perhaps the cut had been worse before. Paola was back, rubbing some salves on the skin before she wrapped it up in linen.

"There. All done." She stood up, looking down at Ezio and I. "And so you move to protect the Medici tomorrow, hm?"

"Yes." Ezio stood, the two obviously continuing the conversation from before. "The Medici are powerful. They can help us."

"Not that easily," Paola insisted. "Since they are such a high power, they will not be able to openly support you, Ezio. He had other duties as well, and some may be of more importance than your own."

"True." Ezio stroke his chin. "Still, I shall do the best I can."

"So we save the Medici tomorrow," I confirmed, bending my leg to get the feel of the linen.

"We are not doing anything tomorrow," Ezio corrected, looking down at me. "I am going to save the Medici tomorrow. You are staying here and resting."

"What!" I shrieked, pouting. "You're kidding, right?"

He shook his head. "You almost died tonight."

"Yeah, but I'm totally fine now!"

"Narina." We stared at each other for a very long moment. "You're not coming with," he declared, inclining his chin.

A huff pushed through my lips. "Yes I am."

"This isn't open for argument anymore. You're staying here, and that's final."

I slumped back against the couch. "Why? I can handle myself."

"A dog pushed you into the Arno, Narina." My cheeks burned as Paola hid a smile. "Besides, you hurt your leg."

Seeing that he wasn't going to budge, I folded my arms tightly and looked away from him, putting on my best frown. With the argument over, Ezio excused himself to go bed, saying he had to wake up early. I decided that I could get some rest too, and maybe sleep in and rub it in Ezio's face later. Liking the idea more and more, I finally smirked a little as I went to my room.

Much to my dismay, I woke up around dawn, annoyed that I couldn't sleep in. Determined to still rub it in Ezio's face, I stayed in the bed and watched the clouds that drifted in the sky outside the glass panes of the window. But even with that, I found myself utterly bored. I turned out to be more jealous of Ezio—I would rather be out risking my life than lounging in bed all morning.

I finally dragged myself to get something to eat, munching on whatever I could find, and went to the front room to listen to the girls gossip about the townsfolk (which was, at times, very hilarious). As I sat there, Paola found me and asked to look at my leg. When she unwrapped it, I was shocked to see that it still hadn't healed—and that the skin around the wound was turning pink. Fearing that it might be infected, Paola had me go back to bed and rest for the remaining part of the day.

At some point, laying there in a bored stupor, I fell asleep. I was jarred awake by a loud commotion downstairs. Hearing Ezio's voice among it all, I crawled out of bed, rubbed the sand out of my eyes, and went to the front room. As I walked in, I nearly ran into Ezio, who 'oh'ed under his breath and grabbed a hold of my shoulders. "You're awake; good."

"What's going on? How did protecting the Medici go?"

Ezio dodged the question. "Here, let's get you sat down. Paola told me your wound might be getting worse."

"It's fine," I muttered, but let him lead me to the couch. When he sat me down, his hands hoisted up my leg into his lap, rolling up my slacks. I tensed as his rough hands ran along my bare skin, my lips pressing together as I bit back a surprised gasp.

Oblivious, Ezio unwrapped the bandages and looked over the cut. "It is getting a little pink," he muttered.

"It's fine." I tried to pull away. "Now tell me about the Medici."

His golden eyes peered down at me. "Francesco managed to kill one of them."

I slipped my leg down from his lap. "What happened?"

Ezio told me how everything had happened, how one of the brother's had been killed before Ezio could truly help, and he managed to save the one name Lorenzo. Since Ezio had helped the man, he had promised Ezio with aid by giving Ezio side-jobs that could rake in some cash and information.

"That's it?" I frowned. "Not a whole lot for saving his life."

"It's all that he can offer from his position. In any case, Francesco was able to get away. There's been word that he's going to try and start a riot against the Medici now. I'm going to stop it."

I puffed my chest out. "I'm going to help this time." Ezio slanted me a look, and before he could say anything, I shook my head at him vigorously. "No. I am helping. That's that."

"Fine."

My lips pursed as I studied Ezio reaching up into his hood to rub his eyes. Although I had wanted to rub it in his face that I had slept all day, seeing him so tired made me sad. "When is this riot going to happen?"

"Sometime tonight, I believe."

I reached out and tugged on his hood. "Maybe you should get some sleep, then. You look like hell."

He narrowed his eyes at me, though a silly smirk appeared on his scarred lips. "Nice try with trying to hide the concern with the rude comment."

I couldn't help but smile back. "Anytime."

With a sigh, he reached out and ruffled my hair like I was a small child, his fingers tangling in my already messy hair. "We're going to have to teach you how to swim at some point. Maybe next summer."

"If we're still alive by then," I pointed out, shrugging. The reality of my words hit us both at the same time, and our smiles fell as his hand dropped to my shoulder. It was only just a matter of time, wasn't it? I reached up and grabbed his hand, taking it from my shoulder. "You should go rest."

"Just a quick nap, sure." He squeezed my hand, winking at me as he stood. "You should wrap up your leg again and rest too. It's going to be a long night."

I nodded. "Right. See you in a few hours."

He waved at me nonchalantly, turning and walking towards the door. On his way through, he grabbed a courtesan and disappeared through the door. I pouted and huffed. Forever the man whore no matter what, I guess. I didn't know why it continually surprised and bothered me. Trying to direct my thoughts elsewhere, I wrapped my leg back up and decided to get something to eat, feeling famished from my whole day of doing nothing.

Since I had been lazy all day and had a good meal, I was ready for a long night of fighting. The sun was setting, the sky painted in vibrant orange and pink hues. Autumn was around the corner, threatening us with chilly nights and biting breezes; summer had gone by much too fast. Seeing that the day was coming to a close, I decided to wake Ezio up so we could devise a plan and finish this mission. I knocked on the door and peeked in, prepared for the worse. But he was alone in the bed, the blanket tucked under his chin as he was curled on his side. I studied him for a moment, watching as his shoulders move with his even breaths, how innocent he looked without those golden eyes watching me.

I reached down, grabbing his shoulder. "Ezio." I shook him. "Ezio, wake up. It's almost dark."

He groaned loudly, his face scrunching in protest as he reached out and swatted at me. Mumbling nonsense, he shifted around so that he was facing me. His eyes lazily opened, hooded and weary. "Is it night already?"

"Yes." I folded my arms and peered down at him. "We need to figure out what we're doing."

Ezio mumbled again, pushing the covers down as he sat up, the material falling to his waist. I swallowed, adverting my gaze. Of course he was naked. Although the blanket gave him decency, his strong chest and stomach were definitely enough to make any woman drool. I took a step back. "We'll talk out in the front room. I just thought that I'd wake you up."

His fingers scratched at his chin, the rasping noise doing something to turn my insides into puddy as the image of his earlier beard statement flashed in my head. Before he could reply, I turned and left the room, not wanting him to see my reddening face.

By the time he had come to the front room, dressed and fed, I had seized my bearings. Gesturing for him to come sit by me, I started talking. "We need to formulate some sort of plan."

"Agreed." Ezio fell next to me, his hood falling against his shoulders as his hair remained a mess. "According to Lorenzo, the riot will be happening in the plaza in front of the Palazza Dela Signora. Francesco should be guiding the riot with the help of a man named Jacopo, one of his allies."

I nodded. "So, we should go to the riot and find both of them—take them both down."

"Si, but it won't be that easy." Ezio rubbed at his chin again. "There's bound to be men that are to protect both of them. It's not going to be simple like it was with Vieri."

Frowning, I realized that it would be a lot harder without Mario's men to distract most of the enemies. "We can handle it."

"I never said that we couldn't." With a smile, Ezio stood from the couch. "Let's go scope out the plaza. I'm sure there's already the workings of our enemies."

The night air was cold as the sun finally dropped behind the horizon. Ezio and I hopped across the rooftops of Venice, making a little bit of an unspoken race out of it considering how we both ran as hard as we could and the competitive glances that we threw at each other. At the plaza, however, any remnants of childish intentions were gone, and we stared down into the street. There was a large group of people, though nothing too massive. It was still strange to see so many people rising against the Medici.

From the corner of my eye, I watched the beak of Ezio's hood tilt up. "Look." Ezio was pointing up at the prison, to the roof. I gazed after his point, finding a figure standing upon the building. "Francesco." At the breathed word, I swallowed and put on my game face. This was it. The man was shouting out angry words to the mob below, reciting his beliefs and fanning the flames for a riot.

"What's the plan?"

Ezio's hand dropped to my shoulder, and I looked up to him. The shadow of his hood was so dark with the night that I could barely make out his eyes in the dim light that came from the waning crescent moon. "Jacopo is down in the crowd—he is the man riding on the horse down there." He pointed so I could see. "I'll go get Francesco. You keep an eye on Jacopo. Don't let him get away."

"Right." I bumped my fist into Ezio's shoulder. "Be careful."

He squeezed my shoulder. "You too."

We went our separate ways then; Ezio climbed up higher while I dropped down to the streets, walking and blending into the mob. Everyone was muttering angrily, bobbing their heads in agreement to Francesco's shouts that echoed between the buildings. I made my way closer to Jacopo, staying far enough away that I didn't raise suspicion. The horse shifted nervously on its hooves at the bustling crowd, but the man, white beard and dark robes, muttered low orders to the beast as he stared up at Francesco.

Seeing my target wasn't going anywhere, I glanced up at the man as well. From what I could make out, Francesco had dark hair, just like Vieri had, which reminded my that they were father and son. What was it that they were trying to accomplish? It didn't make any sense to me—what did they want?

Francesco suddenly disappeared from the edge of the roof, to which the crowd seemed to panic at. Jacopo then began to shout orders from his perch, taking control of the crowd. I wondered idly if Ezio had gotten the man up on the roof, and I heaved a sigh as I realized that it was almost over.

Minute after minute passed. Nothing in the plaza was happening, but I made sure to keep my eye on Jacopo, who was looking more nervous as the time went by. Ezio had to have been doing something, but I began to worry. What if things weren't going as smoothly as I had hoped? Would Ezio be okay?

There was a movement at the top of the building that caught the attention of both Jacopo and I. With our faces upturned, we actually watched as a body was flung over the edge of the building, flying through the air before it snapped and swung, hanging by a rope. Utter shock and disgust froze me. Francesco stared at all of the plaza with glazed eyes. Everyone in the area shifted and then began to leave in a rush, some running in a panic. The movement was pushing me away from Jacopo, so I fought against it, trying to get to the man on the horse. Jacopo, who had stared blankly up at Francesco, went into full panic mode and galloped away, steering his steed into the streets. Shouting out a curse, I fought harder against the crowd, making my way through all of the panicking people.

By the time I had broke free of the people, Jacopo was no where to be seen. Following after my last view of him, I ran down a street to try and catch up, not wanting to fail the only job that Ezio had given me. I'm not sure how long I ran or where I was going, listening to the night to try and hear the hoof beats of the running horse. With all of the exertion over such a long time, my lungs were on fire and my leg ached. It must have actually been worse than it had looked. I was soon limping through the streets, keeping my eyes peeled for the horse, the man, anything that could tip me off of where he had gone.

But after a few more streets, I couldn't go further. My leg was screaming out in pain. I collapsed against a building, rolling up my slacks to see that the white bandages were stained with a magenta color in the moonlight. Great. Huffing from all the running, I leaned my head against the building as I pressed my hand against my leg, trying to get the bleeding to stop.

It seemed like hours passed, but I knew in reality that I must have only been a few minutes. Ezio finally came dropping from the sky, running up to me as he pulled back his hood.

"Narina, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I answered as he knelt in front of me. "My leg..."

He frowned as he assessed the blood smeared on my fingers. "I told you to be careful." He was reaching for a pouch on his belt, and I was thankful that he carried around medical stuff.

"Jacopo got away," I breathed. "I'm sorry—I couldn't keep up."

"I'd rather find Jacopo halfway across the country than find you collapsed in the street with a bloody leg." He moved my hand from the bandages and he unwrapped them from my leg. I noticed the blood splattered on his robes.

"Francesco?"

"Easy to kill. He tried to run, but I caught him."

"Wasn't it a bit over the top to hang him like that?"

Ezio grinned at me. "It stopped the riot, didn't it?"

"True." The bandages were removed, revealing a split in the already torn skin, and he reached for some cleaning alcohol. I flinched as he dumped the liquid on to the wound, mixing in a pink rivulet down my leg. Without words, he wrapped my leg back up in fresh bandages.

His golden eyes flashed to mine. "Can you walk?"

I pulled my pant leg back down. "I might need a little help."

Ezio slung an arm around my waist as he helped me stand up, holding me to his side as he started to help me limp down the street. "What about Jacopo?" I asked.

"We'll deal with him later—I'm sure he won't go too far." Ezio lifted his chin a fraction. "And if he does, we'll follow."

"Sounds like a good plan." I wrapped an arm around his waist, gripping onto his belt. I must have been wincing or limping too much for Ezio's liking. He stopped me down the street and lifted me into his arms. Thanking him under my breath, leaned against his shoulder and sighed. "Still, I wish I could have kept up with him. It's pretty sad when I can't even keep a guy under my eye. Some assassin I would make."

"I blame Pifo," Ezio casually put in, his mouth going into a crooked smile.

I slanted him a glare, but then I smiled with him, nodding. "Same with me."

Back at the Bordella, Ezio carried me inside and had Paola immediate boil up some warm water so that we could treat the wound properly. Then I was in bed, my pants rolled up, as Paola and Ezio sat at my bed side looking over the gash. They cleaned it out thoroughly and wrapped it up with some herbs smeared all over it.

"You're going to have to keep off of your feet for a few days," Ezio told me as Paola left with the bowl of warm water.

I puffed out my cheeks in annoyance. "Fine," I dragged out, leaning back against the pillows.

He chuckled, sitting at the edge of my bed. "You really have to learn to be more careful."

"If I was careful, then there'd be no excitement in my life!" I pointed out.

"Right, because following an assassin around is never exciting." Ezio pouted and shook his head.

I laughed. "Nope! It has to be much more extreme than that."

His smile widened into a grin, his straight teeth peeping out at me as his golden eyes, shining brightly in the candlelight, locked with mine. His hand reached out and ruffled my hair. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked, shaking his head.

"I don't know," I answered, shrugging innocently. "But for now, I'm content with the way things are."

His fingers tangled into my hair. "Me too." We sat in a silence then, staring at each other as his hand wound into a fist in my hair. Something flickered in his eyes then as he smile disappeared. Releasing me, Ezio pulled his hand back and stood from the bed. "You should get some sleep," he said. "I'll come check up on you in the morning."

"And what is the exact plan for Jacopo?"

"We'll look around for information here in a few days. He can't be too hard to find."

I nodded. "Va bene. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Narina." He left the room, closing the door quietly.

As I stared at the wood, I found myself lost deep in thought, not entirely sure with how I was feeling. "Hm"ing under my breath and pinching out the candle on the side table, I rolled over onto my good side and curled up, falling asleep only moments later.

There's the chapter for you. Along with some EzioxNarina. I suddenly realize that the next chapter is DUN DUN DUN the dancing chapter. Which is...shocking. But there is a reason that their relationship is going along so slowly, and I'm actually going to bring it up here in the next few chapters.

And you may have noticed that Narina doesn't get as much action as she did in the last story. Which is going to be remedied soon as well. :) Just give it time. Things will start going good soon.

So, I have a bunch of tests next week (Midterms), and, since I'm on the concert committee, I have to work this All-American Rejects, Boys Like Girls, and Parachute concert on Wednesday, and even if I get to meet them all, I'm still stressed out about the whole thing. So I highly, highly doubt that I'll get anything out next week...but we'll just have to see, I suppose.

Yeah. And...um...sitting here enjoying all of the previous fanarts for the last story...wondering where the fanart is for this run through...Just saying. :3 I would love some fanart/fanfics/fan ANYTHING! :3

Thanks for the read, and Please review! :3