The second Assassin was injured. Like a hound, Luciano smelled the blood—or rather, caught sight of the wound. He gave it a thought. Maybe he and Emerico could take them after all. Maybe they [i]should[/i], even. That was what a true Templar would have done: strike at the perfect opportunity and strike deep. Yet, something stilled his blade. There was a different hunger in him in that moment—hunger for knowledge.

“Of course. Secrecy is not a lie,” he answered the woman's offer with a small smirk that told nothing of his intentions. “But if we have to leave this place empty-handed, at least let us acquire some...enlightenment on the forsaken artefact. I am particularly interested in your companion's experiences.”

The ache to find out more was much greater in Luciano than how he presented it. He himself was affected by the Apple of Eden, although curiously in a much different way than Emerico or the Assassin. He wondered why. Perhaps he had the chance to discard the vast knowledge it held when it became too overwhelming, something the other two could not. While that was fortunate, it also left him none the wiser which was somewhat to his chagrin after all his expectations. And so, he hoped to hear something that could at least help him understand.

Meanwhile, Emerico stayed behind Luciano and listened silently. He had his own knowledge to share of course—but why would have he divulged it to his enemies when they were so keen on telling it themselves? There was a certain satisfaction in holding the cards in a situation. It was the Templar way, that of inexorable control. Something which would have been so much easier to obtain with the Pieces of Eden...