In my dreams I am older. I speak words I do not understand in my waking life, yet in this phantom life, they are clear. I do now know who I am but I have flashes of what I have done. I have travelled far and I have taken lives. I am a messenger and a deceiver.
The Brothers stand before me. I am not one of them yet, but I soon will be. tonight, I ascend.
Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember... nothing is true.
Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember... everything is permitted.
They leave their mark upon me. A symbolic sacrifice. Searing iron burns the flesh of my hand!
All that is left - the leap of faith. They lead, each Brother plummeting from the tower and landing safely below in a bale of hay. They are like eagles. Truly free. I do not hesitate. The fall feels like a flight. Exhilarating!
(Perotto. Giovanni dreamed as Perotto! That means he must have had Lucrezia memories in there that would make Oedipus blush! This is bad, bad stuff, but you need to dig deeper. I will work on preventing this from reaching any Abstergo reports. -Erudito)