He was still constantly tired. By now, Ezio had gotten accustomed to being constantly tired. That was his life, being constantly tired. There were still many questions on his mind about that ocean of chaos, and what it had to do with present events, because, he knew the spirits wouldn't insist on something so intently if there was no reason for it. There was something important about it that he was meant to learn or come to understand. It took a lot for a spirit to influence the material world. They didn't do it just because.

The reasons why continued to be elusive, however. Likely, until he either figured it out for himself, or the spirits felt like telling him what he was supposed to be learning, he wouldn't know. Some part of him wondered if he wanted to know. Maybe this was something that he was better off not knowing, but then, it seemed silly to refuse to learn something that could prove very useful later on. He'd be very disappointed in himself if he refused to use this opportunity, and ended up in a bad situation later because he didn't know something he should.

It was quiet downstairs, thankfully, and today he'd made it down. Ezio had somewhat sprawled across a couch, reading whatever books he could find. Since the last stint with the mystery book of leather-bound goodness, Ezio hadn't bothered with it. The darn thing hadn't seen fit to allow him to read anything else, anyway, and he still needed to focus on recovering.

He thought about taking Lilith's advice, and talking to Morgyn about Aine. Ezio didn't want to ruin the idea of her that Morgyn had. In that case, he'd be the terrible one, but if she ruined her own image… Of course, there was the troublesome possibility that leaving her alone too long could in and of itself be dangerous. He had no idea what she was up to, and if they left her alone too long, she could turn very deadly.

The thing with Aine was, she might seem kind of stupid, but she was about as intelligent as he was. If he didn't play his cards right, she could end up outsmarting him. Ezio would have to stay on his toes the entire way, or this would end in disaster. Well, that was nothing terribly new.

The peace was broken, as L came into the room, holding two cups of steaming hot something. Judging by the scent, Ezio was going to go with, it was most likely tea. She set one cup down on the side table, then gently picked up Ezio's legs, sat down on the couch, and rested them on her lap. She then handed Ezio the other cup. It smelled strongly of mint.

"What's this for?" he asked, taking the cup.

"A good excuse to come talk to you," L answered, carefully picking her cup back up.

Ezio looked surprised; then again, he was talking to L. She tended to be blunt, yes. "What about?" he asked.

"I was just wondering if you've figured out who you are, or have you been too busy focusing on Morgyn that you have no idea?" L asked in turn.

Ezio made a face. He supposed that was a fair thing to wonder. He did spend a lot more time worrying about Morgyn and Morgyn's problems than himself and his own. That was because, Morgyn's problems were exponentially easier to deal with, even if only because many of them had no solution.

L released a short sigh. "Of course," she said.

"I have an idea," Ezio said. "Maybe a few ideas. I just haven't had the time to mess with them much." That much was to be expected, given Morgyn was having a gender crisis. Or had been having a gender crisis. For the most part, it seemed to have taken care of itself. Morgyn was starting to come to terms with not being entirely female, albeit very slowly, but it wasn't as big of a deal anymore as it'd first been.

Ezio had expected a little more fight out of it. Because Aine had spent a very long time suppressing the Morgyn that wasn't female, much to Ezio's annoyance. The point was, Morgyn didn't know how to be anything else. Ezio was proud of the blond, for making it even this far. It was further than Morgyn had gotten before, that much was sure.

"I'm glad you're starting to figure it out, at the very least," L said. She paused a moment, taking a drink of tea. Ezio did the same. "Of course, self-discovery, self-invention, these are the same thing, in some sense or another. You can be whatever it is you decide you want to be."

Ezio snorted. "It's not that great, I don't think."

"The greatest things in life began with the smallest of steps," L answered. "It may seem insignificant now, but later, it will prove much greater. Sometimes, Ezio, our lives are the sum of small things."

Ezio gave her a look, but then shook his head slightly. "It's not like I'm going to suddenly start wearing skirts or something."

"I don't know," L answered, smiling. "You'd look good in one, I should think."

"The fact that you didn't have to think about that worries me," Ezio said.

L didn't say anything to that, simply smiled again. "Well, for what it's worth, you should keep pursuing whatever it is you are. Or whatever it is you want to be. Both, perhaps?"

Ezio took another drink of tea. "It's not all that great," he said. "I haven't been suppressing myself for the sake of keeping the peace or anything like that. I'm just a bit late to the party, that's all."

"Haven't you been?" L asked, her tone serious. "I think you could also use to learn to listen to yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ezio asked.

L didn't answer with words, instead simply giving him a look. She then scooted out from underneath his legs, took her teacup, and sauntered off out into the hallway, leaving Ezio a bit befuddled, and with perhaps a few internal questions.

Something was not quite right. Ezio tilted his head one way, then the other. He wasn't sure what was wrong, just that something was. His eyes were lined in black, a slight dusting of silver across his eyelids, and his lips painted black, but something still seemed off.

It was going to bother him. As he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, though, it didn't start making any more sense than it had made before. This was going to bother him.

Knocking on his bedroom door distracted him. Grey eyes turned from the mirror to the door, and he reached over and pulled it open. "It's open," he called into his room.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," Morgyn's voice came, the bedroom door opening. "But I-what the hell are you wearing?"

Ezio tensed up slightly at the blond's words. "Does it look that bad?"

"No! Yes. Wait, I don't feel like that question is fair," Morgyn said. "It's fine. … it's just, maybe red's not your colour."

Ezio glanced down at the shirt he was wearing, loose fitting, red satin, and lined in white lace. Then, he looked back up at Morgyn. "You think so?"

"Yeah," Morgyn said, closing the door and crossing into the room fully. The blond turned towards Ezio's closet and started going through his clothes. "You're much better suited to darker colours, it kind of sets off your eyes. Also makes you look more tanned than you are, which, by the way, I'm incessantly jealous of." Morgyn was just saying.

Ezio stepped out of the bathroom, flushing a slight bit pinkish. If Morgyn said so. Ezio, of course, didn't really understand why.

"Your skin's hopelessly pretty," Morgyn said. "You have no idea how many acne outbreaks I've had to fight in my life and you come along with this gorgeous smooth skin with no effort at all, yeesh… One of us got the short end of the puberty stick."

Ezio laughed. "Morgyn, puberty was centuries ago," he said. "That's even a plural."

"I know," Morgyn said. "Doesn't mean I'm not still jealous plural centuries later. Now, let's see what we've got here…" The answer seemed to be, not much. Men's clothing didn't tend to come in colour, but in Ezio's case, that wasn't a bad thing. It was an issue for Morgyn, but not Ezio. And Morgyn just wanted a few nice burgundies and maroons to work with. Was that too much to ask? Preferably not frilly or lacey or silky. That was too much to ask.

Eventually, however, Morgyn squeaked in excitement. "Wait wait, I found something that'll work!" the blond said, and then Morgyn popped out of the closet and handed Ezio a bundle of black and navy blue.

Ezio looked at it, but then took it. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Don't question your twin's sense of aesthetics," Morgyn said. "Go on, shoo. If nothing else, I've been more fashionable than you since plural centuries ago."

"Hey," Ezio grumbled. He did, however, turn around, and tug his shirt off.

Morgyn squeaked, and turned the other way.

"It's just my back, Morgyn," Ezio said, amused.

"I know," Morgyn said. "It's just awkward, a little."

"If you say so," Ezio answered, fiddling with the black and navy shirt and getting it on.

Morgyn huffed slightly, glancing over one shoulder. Incidentally, the blond caught sight of the lines of black on Ezio's back, before turning around. "What'd you get that for, anyway?" Morgyn asked.

"Get what?" Ezio asked in turn.

"Your tattoo."

Oh, right. "It's a Seal of Solomon," Ezio answered. "Surrounded in stars and such. It's got mystical meaning to non-magical people, but I got it more because it was pretty."

"Didn't it hurt?" Morgyn asked.

"Nope," Ezio said, smirking. "It was nuzzled on by kitty cats."

"Oh haha," Morgyn said, making a face at the wall.

"You're the one saying silly things," Ezio argued. He got his shirt on, though, and turned around. "Is that better then?" he asked.

Morgyn turned around, too, and head tilted slightly. "Yeah," the blond said. "That's much better, I think at least. It takes some work to look good in red, don't feel too bad."

"You look decent in red," Ezio said.

"Yeah, and, I can't really tell you how," Morgyn answered, giggling.

Ezio went quiet, for a moment, and then rocked back on his heels. "You know Caleb loves you, don't you?" he asked.

Morgyn blinked, head tilting to one side in surprise. "I hadn't thought about it," Morgyn answered.

"Why not?" Ezio asked.

Morgyn shrugged. "You can't question my love life, or lack thereof, until you figure your shit out with Drake."

"I've figured my shit out, as you so eloquently put it," Ezio said, moving around the blond to rummage around in his closet. "Things are just difficult. It's not so easy as saying, and now we're going to suddenly be lovers." They had history, and that same history that bound them together also had other, curious affects. Ezio wasn't stupid, though often he wished he was, and he knew that Drake held it against himself that he hadn't been able to stop Jean.

Of course he hadn't. He was only a few years older than Ezio, and Ezio was sixteen at the time, plus he was a bastard son. And all the same, sometimes Ezio looked at him, and saw Jean. While that wasn't fair, it was what it was. It took them so long to become friends, too, and Ezio didn't want to lose his friend along the way, either.

"You know," Morgyn said, fidgeting slightly, "I think I could love Caleb back."

"So do it," Ezio said, raising an eyebrow.

"We're more complicated than that, too," Morgyn said. For a number of reasons, starting with how awkward that'd be and sometimes Morgyn came home smelling like another man, and something told the blond Caleb wouldn't be terribly thrilled with that. It happened less and less frequently, now, but it still happened.

"See?" Ezio said, glancing over his shoulder. "You can't just figure it out and suddenly kiss and live happily ever after, life isn't a fairy tale." And thank the stars for that one, fairy tales were terrible.

Morgyn snorted softly.

"Ugh, I need something besides suits, and you could use some things that aren't frilly," Ezio said. "Hey, want to go clothes shopping later?"

Morgyn made a face. "Sure, I guess."

"Only problem I guess is the money," Ezio said.

Morgyn was quiet a moment, and then head-tilted to one side. "I've got money," the blond said. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh, really?" Ezio asked. "You're sure you don't mind? I can figure something out."

"You're my brother," Morgyn said, smiling. "Of course I don't mind."

"Thank you, seriously," Ezio said, and ducked back into the closet.

And Morgyn was weirdly struck by how he didn't ask any questions, didn't demand to know where the money had come from, just trusted in Morgyn.

Sometimes, Ezio missed the breeze, but there never was one here. He walked along the stone fence, around a bed of flowers, and Lilith walked along on the fence, trying to keep her balance. She thought, sometimes, that she wanted to get into the fashion business. Ezio wasn't going to discourage her, but he didn't think she'd be able to stand it. It was fast-paced and exciting, but too much so for her.

"You look good these days," Lilith said, looking over her shoulder at him. He was in all black, his eyes lined in kohl and lips painted black. It was becoming Ezio's new normal. No one batted an eye at it.

"Thank you," Ezio answered. "It's mostly thanks to you. I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to try it if you hadn't been dark coloured for years already."

Lilith giggled. "Glad to pass it onto you," she said. "You and black are one of those heavenly combinations, you know? You can just feel nature being happy with it."

"I wouldn't go that far," Ezio said.

"I would," Lilith replied. "Actually, I believe I just did."

Ezio looked amused, his features scrunching up. "Hey, how's Caleb doing?" he asked.

"Okay," Lilith answered, her tone drawling somewhat. "Rather well considering some spellcaster came and suicided in his arms, of course. It could've gone worse." Lilith couldn't think of how right this second, but, it could've gone worse. Well, no, Caleb could've been truly traumatised by it, and he hadn't been. He took it in better stride than Lilith would've expected of him. Caleb was getting better at handling stress and shock in constructive ways. She was very proud.

"Yeah…" Ezio said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted to tell him I'm sorry about that, but he left before I got the chance to."

Lilith snorted. "That's how Caleb deals with that sort of thing constructively," she said, holding her arms out as she balanced on the fence. "I'll tell him to stop by so you can talk to him properly."

"Could you?" Ezio asked. "I'd appreciate that."

"Sure, not a problem," Lilith replied. "So, what's next for you? What are you going to do about Aine? Did you talk to Morgyn?"

"I haven't," Ezio said. "I don't want to ruin the idea of her that Morgyn has. Even if it'd be for the best, you know, it's hard to shatter someone's beliefs like that. It's hard to be the one whose beliefs are shattered that way, too."

Lilith tilted her head to one side, humming thoughtfully. "You mean, you don't want to hurt Morgyn."

"Yeah," Ezio said. "I guess that's it. We shouldn't be hurting each other, you know?"

"Oh, I understand," Lilith answered. "I feel the same way with Caleb. He's even very easy to hurt, in many ways, it makes it more stressful than it maybe should be. The thing is though, sometimes the only way to learn something is through hurt. And that's not fair, necessarily, no. But it is a reality."

Ezio released a sigh, looking away. Some things had to hurt, he did know that. It didn't make him like it, but he did know it. It wasn't like Ezio made a habit of causing Morgyn unnecessary pain, but this would likely be one of the things that were necessary. If Aine was after the All, like Kat asking about it implied she was, then she could do almost anything trying to find it.

Aine would know, of course, that the Sages had no more idea of where the All was than she did. She'd been a Sage once, of course. But that simply meant that her goals were liable to be something more akin to…

"Hey Lilith," he said.

"What's up?" she asked.

"If you wanted to find something, but you didn't know where exactly it was, just in a particular room, what would you do?" Ezio asked.

Lilith blinked in surprise, but then shrugged. "Rip apart the room, probably. If it's in there somewhere, no sense wondering where it is."

Of course. One didn't find things by just wondering where they were. So most likely, Aine would want access to magic realm. How on earth she thought she was going to get that, that Ezio didn't know. If he had to guess, however, he was going with, she was going to end up threatening the Sages, or at least Magic Realm. Getting to them might be a little difficult, because they never left magic realm, and at this point, Ezio thought that was for the best.

Of course, trying to tell Morgyn what to do would end in disaster. It would be best if he simply didn't say anything at all. And with any luck, leaving it alone, it would go the course it should on its own.

At the very least, it'd go the course it was meant to.

"For now," Ezio said, "I think I'm keeping my head down. I don't want to be the one that condemns Aine. I always am. For once, I'd rather not have to explain anything or try and make some sense of where I get my hunches. I'm sick of doing it."

"That's fair," Lilith said. "But it could be a set back, too. The longer magic realm goes not knowing who their enemy is, the less time they have to prepare for it."

"As if they'll be sitting on their laurels the entire time," Ezio said. "Magic realm will be getting stronger just the same as she will. And I guess we will see which of us ends up strongest and most intelligent."

Lilith snorted. "I'm not sure that's how that'll work out."

"I'm willing to bet it is," Ezio said.

"Your lives?" Lilith asked.

"If I wasn't willing to bet our lives," Ezio replied, "we'd be having a very different conversation."

Lilith almost wondered about that statement, but then, Morgyn was more important to Ezio than his own life was. Yes, they would be having a very different conversation, indeed.

There were times when the candlelight wasn't enough to read by. In times like those, Morgyn simply created a contained, small burst of inferniate, above one palm, and held it, using it for light. It probably wasn't very practical, but Morgyn was proud of the ability to manipulate an inferniate in such a manner. Ezio was a master of chillio, and Morgyn had mastered inferniate. What a pair they made.

Today was one of those days when the blond had to create a burst of inferniate. Morgyn was about a third of the way through this book. Of course, it was the three hundredth time the blond had read the book in question, but, who was paying attention to such silly things? Not Morgyn.

One niggling little annoyance remained, however. No matter how Morgyn laid the book down-in the blond's lap, on the side table, on the couch armrest-eventually, blond waves fell into Morgyn's face. This was an annoyance, because every time it happened, Morgyn had to vanish the flame long enough to brush the blond back, and then recreate it to be able to see again.

By the fifth or sixth time, and truly, it was amazing Morgyn had found the patience to make it that many times, the blond screeched softly, shoved a bookmark into the book and set it on the table, and then stood up. Morgyn shuffled over to the desk against the wall, rummaging through the drawers. Somewhere in there was a metal ring with a bunch of hair ties on it. Given Morgyn's hair fell halfway down the blond's back, it made sense to have a number of hair ties. Actually, most of them were collected over time. Some were borrowed from other people, and never given back for one reason or another.

Incidentally, though, it wasn't the ring of hair ties that Morgyn found. The blond squinted into the drawer, in thought, and then head tilted to one side. Then, Morgyn looked up at the mirror on the wall, reached up, and pulled all the blond waves up. It didn't look bad… just strange, that was all. Morgyn thought that it'd be something to get used to, but something that Morgyn could get used to.

And maybe it'd be less annoying to take care of.

Morgyn took the scissors in the drawer, turned on one heel, and marched into the bathroom.

There was so many blond tufts of hair on the bathroom floor by the time Morgyn was done, it seemed like it'd never be gotten off the floor. When was the last time Morgyn's hair had been cut, anyway? The sage vaguely remembered wanting to grow it out, but, in hindsight, now, Morgyn had no idea why. Maybe because that was what women did, they had long hair and were elegant and graceful and pretty, but Morgyn didn't feel like the blond was any of those things. Morgyn was the type of person that giggle-snorted, literally, at stupid your mama jokes.

It looked weirder than Morgyn had anticipated. The blond simply stared at the results in the mirror. Something was off about it, but Morgyn wasn't real sure what.

"Hey Morgyn," Ezio's voice came, from the bedroom, and a knocking sound.

Morgyn glanced down at the counter. "Come in," Morgyn said, then took a breath in, and then headed out into the bedroom.

Ezio opened the door, coming in. "Do you happen to-" and the words died on his black-painted lips.

Morgyn couldn't help the fidget. "It looks weird, doesn't it?"

"No," Ezio said. "No, it looks really great."

"You're not just saying that, right?" Morgyn asked.

"Hey, I will do a lot of things for you," Ezio said, "but lie to you about how your hair looks isn't really on the list. It is a little uneven though, where are the scissors?"

Morgyn wordlessly handed them to Ezio. He took them, and then pulled Morgyn back into the bathroom. The bathroom floor was already littered with bits of blond ha, may as well keep it to the bathroom.

"I'll fix it here really fast," Ezio said, reaching up and snipping little bits and pieces that were out of place.

Morgyn was quiet, while he worked on it back there. The blond looked up at the mirror, watching him work. Incidentally, Morgyn noticed that, they looked even more alike, now. Some part of Morgyn was glad for that. The blond always wanted to look more like Ezio, and be more like him, and act more like him, and know how to say the right things like he did, and…

Ezio was Morgyn's hero. He'd never know that, because Morgyn would never tell him.

"You're not mad, are you?" Morgyn asked.

Ezio glanced up at the mirror, meeting Morgyn's green gaze with confused grey eyes for just a moment. Then, he looked back down at Morgyn's hair. "Why would I be mad?" he asked.

Morgyn shrugged a shoulder, glancing at the wall. "I just. I look more like you, now," Morgyn said. "And, I don't know. I figure that's a bad thing." They already did look a lot alike, and maybe Ezio wanted an identity that Morgyn wasn't part of, in any way.

All Morgyn heard back there was the scissors snipping, and a quiet release of breath. Ezio eventually stopped messing with Morgyn's hair, however, running his fingers through it and getting the loose bits of hair out of it, and then styling it to one side, like his was.

Grey eyes met green in the mirror again. Black painted lips turned up in a smile. "No Morgyn," Ezio said. "You look more like you now."

Somehow, his words made Morgyn's heart twist, and the blond suddenly couldn't see straight. Morgyn turned around, arms wrapping around Ezio. Ezio silently moved to hug Morgyn back, one hand reaching up to pet the blond's hair.

Morgyn had no idea what the blond would do without this idiot.

These dreams with spirits in them were starting to grate his nerves. Probably, the worst part was, he'd only had one of them, thus far. At least, that he remembered. He could hear the little girl spirit, giggling in the twisting darkness, but this time, he didn't need the child's guidance to get where he was meant to go. Somehow, he just knew, this time.

He glanced down at his hands, his fingers spreading out. Bits of frost began to snake across his skin, but he didn't let it bother him. It was debatable, if the frost could kill him or not. He couldn't honestly say that he cared if it did.

He followed the pathway, walking into the swirls of sentient darkness. It seemed weirdly pleased, to him, and he wasn't certain how or why. Then again, if it was a memory, as the spirit that was here had said, it probably wanted something from him. Being remembered might be what that something it wanted was, but Ezio couldn't say for certain.

How was one meant to remember something that happened in a completely different lifetime? That was for someone smarter than he to figure out, at the moment.

As he came upon a landing, making his way through the darkness, 'Keisha' came out of it, into view. He stopped beside her, but she was staring at something beyond the darkness. He followed her gaze, but all he could see was more darkness.

"Of course," 'Keisha' said. "It doesn't want you to see beyond it."

Ezio glanced at her, from the corner of his eye. She had aged somewhat, since the last time he saw her, and he had to wonder why. He wasn't sure he had the time to ask that question, so he didn't. "What did you want to talk about?" he asked, instead.

'Keisha' snorted. "So business-like," she said. "You'll make a lovely corporate drone someday."

He wasn't sure how to take that, making a face, but he said nothing about that.

"One last warning," 'Keisha' explained. "And then I will leave you to live your life, in relative peace. At least, from me. But first, why have you really not told Morgyn about Aine?"

Ezio's eyes widened, slightly, and then narrowed in thought, casting to the side. Eventually, he shook his head, looking back up at her. "I don't really know," he said.

'Keisha' took a breath in. "I see," she said. "Do you want to know what I think?"

"Yes," Ezio answered, immediately.

"I think, it's because Aine is the only person or thing that could possibly drive a wedge between you and Morgyn," 'Keisha' said. "She almost did, did she not? She almost turned Morgyn against you. It's almost a miracle she didn't. I wonder why that is?"

"I don't know that, either," Ezio replied softly, gaze falling to the glass-like structure under them.

"Do you know what the All is, Ezio?" 'Keisha' asked.

Ezio looked confused, but shrugged one shoulder. "The All is the source of spellcasters' magic," he said. "Where magic comes from, and where it must return." Wait, hadn't he heard that somewhere before? Ezio's eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting to the side.

"I would suggest," 'Keisha' said, "that you start there. Learning to understand what it is you're protecting is a good start for anyone. And there are things about the All that you don't know, that perhaps you should. Ezio, the All is where everything begins. And you will be where it all ends."

That was not cryptic whatsoever, no. He looked even more confused, and then grey eyes narrowed. "Who are you, exactly?" he asked.

"Ah, yes," 'Keisha' said. "I suppose that would be a question you'd like an answer to. You may call me Makana, and the best way of describing my role to you is calling myself your spirit guide."

"I didn't know I had one of those," Ezio said.

"Everyone does, my dear," Makana answered. "It's just that most people can't see theirs."

"I guess that's a damper," Ezio said, tone drawling lightly.

"They told me you would be a bit of a handful," Makana said.

"They?" Ezio asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Mm," Makana shook her head, "don't worry about that right now. You're freezing again."

Ezio glanced down at his hands. The frost had made it all the way to his neck, and he hadn't noticed.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It's not important just now," Makana said. "There is a storm coming. As I told you, it began with the All, and it will end with you, but you and Morgyn must be united against it, or you will both fall to it. Remember what you mean to each other, Ezio. Stand together, or you will lose everything. Already, you are losing things, little bits and pieces slipping away forever. I cannot stop it. Only you can do that. Ezio, some of what you're losing are pieces of yourselves."

Ezio's eyes widened, his mouth opening to ask what she meant, and then she was gone, and he jolted awake in his bed. He sat up, more out of instinct than anything, and he could feel the sharp, stabbing pain in his fingers as the frost receded. He released a breath, the vapour hanging heavily in the air, two breaths, three. The vapour faded away.

Some of what you're losing are pieces of yourselves.

What was that supposed to mean? No, maybe he knew what that meant, in his heart, even if his head wasn't ready to face it, just yet. He sat, breathing, for a time, and then stood up, moving his covers out of the way. Quietly, he pulled his bedroom door open, closed it behind him. Drake looked up from his desk, and went to stand, but Ezio shook his head. Drake sat back down, and Ezio scurried around the bridge, pulled Morgyn's door open and then closed it.

The dolt was taking up the entire bed, but Ezio managed to shove Morgyn over to one side, and then settle down beside the blond. Instinctively, Morgyn snuggled up against him, and somehow, everything felt right again.

He just needed to be near Morgyn, that was all. And whatever it was that Makana was talking about, it could wait until morning.

Author Notes: Yes, my dears, you have survived to the end of Tell Me Lies. Congratulations. Next up, we do the interlude between TML and the rewrite of Throw Me Away, and then I probably drop off the planet for six years and come back and rewrite TMA. LOL

Okay, I hope not that long, but yeah I've done it before, sad to say. I do love this story and I will see it to its end, however, I promise.

Oblivion, Thirty Seconds to Mars, one of Ezio's favourite songs. Next I break everyone's heart. c:

Once again, chapter 22 is the story's ending, 36 years later. Then, we go backward a year, and go through the explanation of that ending. So you will probably be confused, it's okay. I may have that up tomorrow because they've been DYING to write it since probably the middle of original TMA, ngl.

I lied. 22 is literally almost done, gimme an hour.

The next chapter got split out into its own fic, this being Throw Me Away (Of Frost and Fire), so if you're looking for the chapters after this, you'll find it in my fic list.