[ lucrezia is tired and worn out and her limbs are heavy but she brushes her hair and tidies her gown and pinches her cheeks because for all of her state, she would never let it show. she opens the door, looks at him for a long moment before offering her palm for a kiss. ]
[He looks at her sadly for a second before taking her hand and kissing it. They are so formal with each other. He supposes it is useful, favourable if anything as it avoids difficult circumstances, but it destroys him just a little bit each time.]
Can you fix a man when he is broken? Or I would have you take us back to Rome. [For all its complexity, things were simpler then and he can't help but miss it.]
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Would you forgive me, Sis?
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I shall let you have your secrets but you must never tell me to leave, Cesare.
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I did not trust myself. There are things that I wish I could tell you, Sis. But I cannot.
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I would not mistrust you, Cesare, for all that you mistrust yourself.
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You think I am noble when I am not.
[Unfortunately he knows that all too well. Had he been honourable, they would not be in the circumstance that they now find themselves in.]
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[ she takes his hand in hers, examines the lines on his palm. ]
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[ softly; she presses a gentle kiss to his knuckles. ]
There is nothing I cannot do.
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Can you fix a man when he is broken? Or I would have you take us back to Rome. [For all its complexity, things were simpler then and he can't help but miss it.]
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