A Deal? Or a Cry for Companionship?
They had been worried, he had been worried. After the General had informed him to get Leonardo out of the Castello, neither could sleep. Il Assassino Mentore had to take Leonardo to bed himself and stay by his side throughout the night to calm his nerves. There was no explanation of why he felt the worry for the Templar General that he had. Too many would not understand his alliance with the man. He was a Templar, a Borgia, the enemy. To him, it was a learning experience, an understanding, seek for peace, and soon support from a friend.
Their secret was still in the Shadows, a place which he resided his entire career as an Assassin. Not a day passed that he would worry of its existence would come into the light, push all those he cared for away from him. Still, he could not bring himself to betray that contract, that one hope for peace in the two worlds. He left the assassini, his famgilia, and Leonardo alone. If that was traitorous, then so be it. Luckily, none of his side knew about the Deal and he prayed to keep it that way.
He had left early in the morning, while Leonardo was still sound asleep. Leaving a note on his pillow, he informed the restless Artist of his disappearance and would return soon. Once again, he found himself outside the Borgia’s window being that it was the one way he wouldn’t be detected. It was still dark, early morning hours, so the smell of bath water should not be known at such a time. More than likely, as many other times, the General was washing away the torture. Gently, and only loud enough for the man beyond to hear him, he gave the glass a faint knock. The question was, would be answer…