"The question, Kovit," Ezio replies, patience in his voice, even as he knows time is ticking. Gut wounds are tricky; it could be minutes, it could be hours, it could even be days if the surface damage can be stemmed but a deeper wound cannot. He lets Kovit try to sit up, shifting his weight in the boat to brace the boy's shoulders.

It is important that there is choice, even if it isn't really up to them.

"Would you like another chance at life?"