It’s been almost four months since he’s seen Sandro. After Giuliano’s death, Lorenzo had been angry, furious and had no issues wiping the Pazzi name from history. He didn’t care about Francesco’s death, nor Jacopo’s and he certainly cared less about Salviati’s death. However it was Sandro, shouting at him after his painting was burned that snapped Lorenzo out of his vengeful ways. In the end, Jacopo was right. He lost so much of his innocence that day. He lost his brother and he lost himself. So he locked himself away at the bank. He slept there, if he could sleep. He only left the bank to get something when he passed by Sandro’s workshop. They haven’t spoken in months. So, when he enters the workshop, he’s silent, he can’t bring himself to even smile seeing his oldest friend, but he has missed him. “Sandro...”