AN: Double upload chapter today! Enjoy!

RENLEY

Renley bolted awake, breathing heavily and sweat dripping down her face. Her first reaction was to pull herself upright and thrash slightly, just to see if this was truly reality. Everything around her seemed spotty and darker than before, but she felt hands on her shoulders to hold her down and keep her steady. Slowly, the face of Jon molded into shape before her, his face looking concerned but strangely determined.

"Hush, hush... it's alright, you're okay..." Jon's voice calmed her. She only then realized how badly she was shaking.

"Th-those men... the guards... I killed them. Borgia had a Staff. A Piece of Eden. Ignazio wasn't meant to have the dagger, so why'd he have it... Oh god..." Renley rambled, her voice quivering with emotion and stress from the session. She put a hand up to her sweating forehead.

"Calm down, you're alright. I'm sorry, I should have pulled you out earlier, but you were making such good progress." Jon said in a soothing voice, letting her go and straightening up.

"I-I don't know if I can do this... this isn't even the end, is it?" Renley looked at him, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Damn it all, why couldn't she be stronger about something that already happened? She quickly wiped her eyes and face.

Jon let out an apologetic sigh. "I'm sorry, but if we work on one more session, we should be able to get the rest of this information. I already filled out pages of notes from your findings. Laetitia, the head honcho around here, will be very pleased with your results, trust me. You're a good asset to us, and assets to Abstergo get taken care of very handsomely, don't forget that." He said with utmost certainty in his eyes, like the eyes of a salesman. Maybe that wasn't a good sign.

"I... Thank you. I just... uh..." Renley couldn't seem to find the correct words as her mind darted in and out of her own recent memories and memories of Ignazio. They were molding together, it seemed.

"Hello, Renley," A raspy voice echoed from the far corner of the room behind a shelf of tech equipment. Renley froze, staring at the form that lingered there, a shadow, and a familiar figure.

Piercing fiery eyes greeted her, but nothing else did. She knew that voice.

"Hello, Renley. You can help me." The voice echoed again. Ignazio Auditore was nothing but a shadow with eyes in that dark corner, and his voice sounded like he was calling from a void.

"Ezekiel. Brothers. Protect the brother. Their blood will purge it once and for all. Blood before blood! Blood before blood! Don't run! Stay with the brother!" Ignazio rasped again, this time sounding scarily desperate as his shadowed form began to flicker and dissipate into the natural shadow of the corner. Who's Ezekiel, what the fuck am I seeing? Is this real? Renley didn't know whether to freak out or try to calm down, stuck in a frozen limbo between the two.

"Renley? You with me?" Jon's voice made her snap into reality as she swerved her head to face him again with wide, terrified eyes. "Did you see something? It's entirely normal if you did."

Don't tell him anything... An intrusive thought pierced into her skull.

"N-No. I'm just very tired. I should head home." Renley said, yanking out the IV in her arm without so much as a wince. The events within Ignazio's memories had made her so used to pain. Ignazio was one vengeful bastard, that was for sure. His old emotions were starting to flow into her own mind. A little place in her brain, thanks to Ignazio, was starting to associate these "Templars" as the tyrants. Her normal thoughts told her that this could be completely wrong. Ignazio and Ezio were both so headstrong and reckless, was that what they wanted the world to be like too? Chaotic and without any type of order?

It was all too much.

"You should rest, that's a great idea. Will you be able to join me again tomorrow? I'll let you sleep in; I think you deserve that. Meet me here at noon." Jon said. It was weird how he asked her if she was able to join and then just assumed she'd say yes. That made it so much easier for her to agree, he guessed.

"I think I need a day off-"

"One more day, Renley. One more day, come on." Jon seemed to plead this time. A concerning glint was in his eyes, almost snake-like.

"Alright. One more session." Renley found herself saying. She felt sick to her damn stomach over it. If this was the end of Ignazio, she could only imagine the terrible memory within. However, deep down, there was an abundance of curiosity over this predicament she had discovered. Pieces were slowly falling into place in her own current memories as she left for the night to rest. Tomorrow was the final memory... and she'd never felt more unprepared in her life.

Just as she drifted back to sleep in her safe little bed, she suddenly remembered that lapel that Jon was wearing, and now part of her ignorance faded in a sudden swipe.

The Templar cross.

"Go to the brother... Before it's too late..." The voice of Ignazio rasped before everything turned silent once more.