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eden-scalatore:

Eden looked away as he mentioned family; in which she had none. “Ah… N-no. No children; and my parents were killed. I’m the last of my family. The last Scalatore.” She sighed, and looked back to him with a small smile. “And si, Del is a great friend of mine. Makes me wish I could have her around all of the time; but we can’t always get what we want, si?” 

“D’e Last Scalatore? Are not you worried about your legacy? ” His concern seemed earnest enough. He grew up with the ideology of his family. You must procreate. You must carry on your bloodline. True, the ideals of his family were lesser etched after joining the Assassins, but old habits die hard. His deep grey pools kept sights upon the young?, sun-basked woman. 

“Of course I am. Its just not today that I will fulfill it; I am waiting for the right man to come along. I know I mustn't let my family’s legacy die.” Eden smiled at his concern for the Scalatore’s family bloodline; after all, she was a born Assassin, and her children would be born into it as well. She wouldn’t let something like that die off that easily.