There was a heavy knock on the door, which made Ezio look up, who, other than people who have commissions Leonardo should be doing, would show up at the door at next to midnight. She was both too exhausted and too sore to go check. The main reason was trying to keep his beastly friend from excaping again. Luckily Bartolomeo had somewhat controlled himself, only somewhat because he had lost it for five minutes until he regained himself. So this time around, they didn't need the rope. Or the net. Or her crossbow.

But who else to answer other than Leonardo, dispite being child size now, he didn't seem to think anything of it. Like anyone would just accept that the Apple was shrinking him. Hell, Ezio thought it was extremely freaky, and she'd of hated to imagine what a normal person would think.

Listening carefully, she managed to identify Leonardo's, as well as two others. Both too scarily familiar.

She made no hesitation to grip a dagger from the table and start to creep up, ready to stab the Borgia in the throat. Upon reaching the back of the door, she got ready to attack. When something happened. The door shut a little before slamming back and making her stumble forward and crash into a table, but she held back a shreik of pain as her shin smacked into the table leg.

Leonardo turned and looked back at her as she stood and rubbed her slightly bruised leg. "What were you doing?"

Ezio put on a scowl, which if she was still a man, then any sain man would have run like hell, in her current state, it looked more like a 'shut the fuck up or I'll crotch kick you' kind of expression. "Who's at the door?"

Leonardo sighed slightly and let Ezio come in to see. She only set a stone cold look, showing that she wasn't in the mood for bullshit.

There stood Cesare, with a cloak on, which he held closed in the front. As if he was worried for someone to see him...? But that didn't make much sense. Next to him was his sister, who's features held worry and anxiety. This really didn't make any sense to her, why would Cesare be hiding himself, and why would Lucrezia be so stressed out?

"What do you want?" Though the question in itself spoke her mistrust and anger beginning to fire up, just the sour and solid tone in which she spoke it only made the message abundantly clear that she didn't want them near here.

Lucrezia was first to answer. "We need help."

This made Ezio, who already had her arms crossed, raise an eyebrow. Help? But for what?

Before she could retort to her, Leonardo came in with. "What seems to be the trouble?"

Upon the question, Lucrezia looked to Cesare, who was looking down at his feet the entire time. Then the General grunted before pulling the cloak off. Both Leonardo and Ezio were shocked when they saw bone spikes lining the center of his back, the grayed skin, and reddened eyes. Guessing by the darker gray circles under his eyes, they could guess that he hadn't slept.

It took a moment before Leonardo was able to answer, though his voice was polite, there was a hint of mistrust and shock still inbedded. "The Apple of Eden effected you as well?"

Cesare nodded, returning his gaze to the ground, as if he was honest to god regreting the things he had done to make them so cold to him. But Ezio wasn't so easily fooled.

"And what makes you think we're helping you?" She hissed. "After all the shit you've put us through? Why not you go and try to s-!"

"Ezio." Leonardo cut in, a hand on her forearm as he gave a warning look to quit while she was ahead. Though in his current size, it looked rather adorable. He then looked back up to Cesare. "I'm sorry, but my iltempered friend has a point. How do we know you aren't going to steal the Apple as soon as we manage to fix this issue of yours?"

Cesare shook his head. And then he said in a voice that sounded so defeated and broken, that they were surprised he wasn't crying, "I won't..." But once again, Ezio, being the paranoid person she was, didn't see it anything other than an act. It took the next sentence that past the General for her to actually question if she was only clinging onto the past. "I am sorry, and that I'm honest of... but I understand why you think I'm lying." He then was about to turn to leave, by Leonardo spoke up.

"No, wait. We'll help you. Isn't that right, Ezio?"

She grunted, receiving a glance from Leonardo. Then she sighed. "Fine. But the moment he does anything to harm us, I get to rip his insides out through his eye sockets."

Cesare visibly stiffened for all of a few seconds, possibly seeing the threat play through his mind. "You have my word, bastardo."

Ezio clenched her hands to fists as she glared at him. "You shouldn't be talking." Was her simple yet sharp retort. Unfortunately for Cesare, she was right.

Alright, Ezio knew this would be a long stay with her friend.