Desolation, depression, that was the power of this place and it was far too easy to give into it. He had fallen into the trap himself on several occasions, truly it was impossible not to when you were ripped away from some one so dear.

Still Giovanni's hand remained firmly where it was, a lifeline trying to show through the gentle touch that Ezio was not alone even if he very much felt so now.

"Do you think I ever believed I might see you again? This place does hold the power to send people away but also to bring them back. There is no harm in hoping you might you day see each other again."

He shrugged lightly.

"As for an afterlife, perhaps there is one. I must have come from some where."