.--title--.i know how you feel.you're broken, bedraggled, and burnt out.you need someone to hear your side of the story.i'll be here.tell me your story.i'll listen.i won't judge you.tell him how you feel.so that he can tell me why you resent me.you have a story, too, don't you?don't keep this bottled up for long.stop being a brick and open up like a flower.i can't judge you, you mean too much to me.only one has heard.my side of my own story.not only heard it, but he was there when it happened.the other... he created the story.i have to stop and ask myself... why?why to me? and why this reasoning?i've been judged by both.to one i'm an angel, the other... he's a demon.to the other... it's the other way around.black, white? what's the difference?it's only what you make it out to be.if i'm both, does that make me gray?
Requiem for an Assassin: 20Requiem for an Assassin: Chapter Eighteen~`Eris`~A couple days passed with no sign of Altair. Good for me, good for Ezio. Dagniete and Azra'eil were working down in the shop, and Ezio and I were spending our days together, just strolling around town. Ezio tugged at my cape."Eris!" he whispered. "Look!"I turned my head in the direction Ezio motioned to. Who I saw was worse than Altair could be right now. Sure, Altair had turned me into a fricken snake, but I really didn't want to see Leo right now."Ezio, we have to hide..." I said, urgency creeping into my voice. Leo spotted us. Silas was with him. "...now."~`Leo`~"Silas, you know what to do," I commanded. Silas looked at me."But Ezio's not a bad person."~`Ezio`~"Eris, we're... running? Who was that?""That was Leo! He wants you dead!""Dead...? A lot of people want me dead.""This is different. I don't want to lose you.""Eris, you're risking your life, I assume....""I am. Don't think about me.""But that's why I'm here.""E