Giordano raised an eyebrow. “What they did sixty years ago?” He shook his head. “Time to let go of the past and move on with your life, don’t you think? You weren’t even around sixty years ago! Why should it even affect you?” It had been a very hard lesson for him to learn—letting go of the past. For all the injustices the Templars had brought upon him, he knew the only way to completely remove himself was to not act on past deeds several years old. What would that accomplish? Only the complete annihilation of everyone involved in the end. “Blindly following others is a sure path to Hell, though I doubt you even believe in such a thing.”
''Never heard about the fall of Constantinople Giordano? Of how all Europe abandoned us while the Ottomans sacked the city, killed and raped people.'' She remained silent for a moment. ''It affects me, and everyone who is of Byzantine origin, from the elder people who where there that day to the newborn babies. I've been almost raped for speaking Greek.'' She looked at him. ''I doubt you understand this.''













