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[nottheproblem]

Few can get enough of me the first time, if history is any indication.

I expected better, however.

I'm not interested in unnecessary complications. Yet unnecessary complications appear very interested in me.

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[lifescratched]

What is wrong, Mother? Did something happen?

[nottheproblem]

[Not something she'd know how to talk with him about.]

If you know what it is for a man to look at a woman, then it is something much like that.

If not, then you will in due time.

[lifescratched]

I know what it is.

[Sort of. He's no Ezio but he wasn't born yesterday, either.]

Then someone has been... looking at you? Who? [Read: who does he need to kill?]

[nottheproblem]

No one you know.

[Ziio does not find herself fond of discussing her personal affairs with her son. But, she also understands how curt she sounds if she says nothing more.]

Not someone who would hinder me. Yet I find it unnecessary. Such days ended with your father.

[lifescratched]

[This would be an awkward topic ordinarily, but overprotective son is overprotective.]

You should tell him you have no interest, before he becomes a bother to you.

[nottheproblem]

I am uncertain if I have no interest in him.

[She might. Feelings have a way of being complicated.]

[lifescratched]

... I do not understand.

[You tried, Connor. Gold star for you.]

[nottheproblem]

It is as I said.

The heart and its matters are not black and white, Ratonhnhaké:ton. It isn't a blatant 'right' or 'wrong.' When actions are the result of a heart, you cannot berate someone for having one.

[A heart, she means. Why is she even trying.]

Do you think that you came about planned? You are the consequence of two hearts. And it was complicated. But you were and are welcome.

[lifescratched]

I know. It is just...

My only wish is that you are happy. Do not let anyone hurt you as Father did.

[nottheproblem]

As I wish for your happiness also.

Try not to fret over me so much. It is really my place to do that for you.

[lifescratched]

It is difficult for me not to fret, Mother. But I will try.

[nottheproblem]

I am quite aware of that.

Instead of fretting, tell me how you have been. I'm more interested in you and your well being.

[lifescratched]

I have been well enough. The Brotherhood in my game has begun to grow in number, and I expect that will only continue. It will be good to have more allies.

[nottheproblem]

It pleases me to hear it. I fret less when you have others with you, though you are no longer a child. You are finding yourself with support at your back then, and those you can trust.

[lifescratched]

Yes. I already had friends and allies in that place, but none of them Assassins. Should a Templar threat ever develop there, I can depend on the Brotherhood to assist. And with no Templars to fight at present, we can strive towards other, better goals.

[nottheproblem]

I have no fondness for the Templars myself, yet your world of the Brotherhood is not one I can fit in either. Yet their assistance provided to me is unforgettable and treasured. Perhaps things would have been different if I could have joined their cause.

[But her dedication to their village was too much most likely - and continues to be.]

[lifescratched]

Why did you not join? Achilles told me you and he were friends, and that the Assassins and the Haudenosaunee have many links.

[He was surprised to learn he was the first of his people to join the Assassins at all. Were they too intertwined to the colonists to be worthy of full trust, perhaps...? Or perhaps the threat of the Templars had never seemed relevant to his people for them to wish to join.]

[nottheproblem]

I was to be Clan Mother.

[Times before him. She remembers them well. Perhaps if she'd not had that obligation, she might have joined with Achilles.]

The Brotherhood was good to me. Had it not been for their resources, my motivation and initiative would have done very little. Despite that, I could not leave our people to fend for their own. I feel if I had been discovered, our people may have paid the price, regardless of my own abilities.

[lifescratched]

[A troubled frown passes across his face.]

What of the choice I made, then? Am I putting our people at risk -- or worse, abandoning them?

sidles in here

[agestocome]

I've found that the more you hope that something will remain uncomplicated, the less likely it is to be so.

[ Normally he wouldn't be so rude as to approach a woman without an introduction, but he's heard about you from his new brother up there. ]

nngh altair ♥

[nottheproblem]

A curious and yet valid observation. I've found it to be much the same.

[Oh, be as rude as you want - not that he will be (thanks, Connor). She can be rude right back if she has to be.]

owo /reaches for

[agestocome]

[ If only Murphy's Law had existed during his lifetime, the Assassins would likely have had a fourth section added to their creed. "If a mission can get more complicated, it will. So don't be a whiny baby about it."

Or something to that effect. Anyway. ]

Some things will never change.

*3* /wiggle wiggle

[nottheproblem]

Even between centuries and ages, it'd seem.

[How nice to know the past is as much a pile of misfortune as her present. Or her future.]

Yet we remain and persist. What does that say about us. That we are stubborn, I suppose.

they'd be really cute friends nooooo

[agestocome]

That such complications are not enough to stop us. [ Well, you're obviously an Assassin at heart. ]

Of course, when it comes to matters of passion, complications can be desirable.

[ Like his meeting Maria, or, he supposes, like her having Connor. ]

ONLY IN THE WORLD OF MULTIPLE UNIVERSES CAN ALTAIR AND ZIIO MEET. And be friends. Cute friends.

[nottheproblem]

[He seems to understand her well enough, doesn't he? Maybe she does have the heart of an assassin.]

Matters of passion.

[You are so saying this to the wrong woman.]

I think I've found my share of complicated passions.