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He does not accept such failure.

Absolutely not.

The streets of Volsinii are either packed with fighting famiglie, or completely empty.

Not a soul notices an old woman walking slowly over the city gate.

And not far away, a blindfolded Sankta quietly awaits her arrival.

You can already see the buildings of the new city from here?

That's right. Spectacular, isn't it?

Hah, if you ask me, the edges and corners are a bit too sharp for my liking.

That just means your tastes are behind the times, Sicilia.

How could yours be any better?

So, have you made up your mind?

Not yet.

Let's send out warnings to the noisiest famiglie.

As Signora Sicilia's voice falls, a few black shadows spring out not too far behind her.

They quickly disappear into the buildings of Volsinii.

Then, I'd like to go see an old friend.

Is my opinion alone not sufficient?

It's always better to get a second opinion, and a third.

So you <i>are</i> here.

Agenir told you that, didn't he?

Sure enough.

I love the food here. It's great stuff.

It's been a while, Ben.

It certainly has, Sicilia.

What brings you here, I wonder?

Any guesses?

If you just wanted to get the city back under control, you probably wouldn't come to me.

Bernardo understands the wolfpack, and his plans ultimately boil down to four words: don't rock the boat.

He's gotten the Dodici Famiglie all bloodthirsty, and that bloodlust doesn't quench easy.

But it's not too hard either.

But, I heard some other things from Agenir, and would like a little input from an old friend.

I don't have anything in particular to say. This is a legitimate dining establishment, and it needs a new head chef. That's about it.

I thought you'd have some feelings about the current state of Siracusa.

Nostalgia is also a feeling.

You're fickle, aren't you?

Do you really need my opinion?

Not really.

But I am interested in hearing the thoughts of a man born to civilization who's removed himself from it.

In every era, people are bound by the chains of the times into which they were born.

You don't escape from that.

Bernardo's ideals were an obsession born from your era.

He was stuck with using violence to tear it down. He couldn't get past that.

What about his son?

Who can say? It's not like I can predict the future.

But you see it too, don't you?

We're watching the birth of a new era here.