Ezio lets that sea air sink right to the bottom of his lungs, his eyes momentarily on the city ahead. He is momentarily decades younger, clean-shaven and foolhardy and up to his nostrils in fluids most days of the week. If there were ever happy years in his adulthood, they were here. They have been here for many people.

And then Kovacs bursts ahead.

There couldn't be a more perfect reaction.

Ezio chuckles to himself, pushing himself into an easy run. He'll see if it is to be a sprint or a hunt.