Ezio's initial anger faded once he saw his ruined foe. Sheathing his sword and pressing a hand over his now bleeding arm wound, he could only stare silently as the demasked Octopus showed even more signs of her insanity. Though the black, ink like substance she vomited registered a look of surprise, then disgust, and then finally pity.

Yes, he pitied her. Drebin was correct, her mental trauma was the product of war and of the monsters that took advantage of a tragedy to make a weapon. "Azumi. Do what you wish." He finally said, before pulling a small silver vial from a pouch and taking a swig. The pain in his arm was dulled, an effective pain killer until he could properly heal himself.