[ Sofia steps away from the window she had been at, studying the view, a momentary start at the realization of another person there, hearing her talk to herself. There's something oddly familiar about his voice, that particular cadence to the Florentine accent that draws her down the corridor to him with the gentle rustle of silk. Could it be...? ]
Is that so? [ It's playfully spoken, a note of relief in her voice, though Sofia draws up short when she finally gets a good look at him. Impossibile! He's so young, but there can be no mistaking him, the scar on his lip, the way his mouth quirks into that easy grin and a hundred other telltale signs that point to this being her friend. ]
Ah-ah, now I know for certain I'm dreaming. Tell me, Ezio, what is the meaning of this place?
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Is that so? [ It's playfully spoken, a note of relief in her voice, though Sofia draws up short when she finally gets a good look at him. Impossibile! He's so young, but there can be no mistaking him, the scar on his lip, the way his mouth quirks into that easy grin and a hundred other telltale signs that point to this being her friend. ]
Ah-ah, now I know for certain I'm dreaming. Tell me, Ezio, what is the meaning of this place?