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[The execution was quick and fast, but the memory was less quick to fade. He'd watched the whole thing, relieved that Ezio kept his promise to be quick with her death and sickened at the idea that this may not always be the case.
None of this is fair. Two people are now dead thanks to this game and it bothers him more than he'd like. He knows that people are taking care of giving the girls a proper burial though and while it takes time he does find himself wandering toward the graveyard.
It's here he spots Hannibal with a shovel in hand, dirt on his clothing and a grave in progress. Though he almost looks down with it, Percy does approach. He's alone this time, no Mrs. O'Leary with him, and though he can't keep his eyes off of the hole in the ground he does speak up.]
...I don't think I could have ever imagined you with this much dirt on your clothes.
None of this is fair. Two people are now dead thanks to this game and it bothers him more than he'd like. He knows that people are taking care of giving the girls a proper burial though and while it takes time he does find himself wandering toward the graveyard.
It's here he spots Hannibal with a shovel in hand, dirt on his clothing and a grave in progress. Though he almost looks down with it, Percy does approach. He's alone this time, no Mrs. O'Leary with him, and though he can't keep his eyes off of the hole in the ground he does speak up.]
...I don't think I could have ever imagined you with this much dirt on your clothes.
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