"He is much like you, yet a bit different. You fear death, clinging to this world rife with desires, whereas he refused to die for that beautiful Golden Era."
The new Pope grabbed the withered skull, staring intently into the hollow darkness beneath.
"Lorenzo de' Medici is still alive, isn't he?"
After a long pause, the corner of the old Pope's mouth pulled into what looked like a smile.
"He is dead, died on the Night of the Holy Arrival, and his body was buried in the Seven Hills along with the saints of the past. Aren't you quite aware of this?"
"Oh, really?"
The new Pope also smiled, watching the old Pope playfully, and then said.
"Your Eminence, you are an excellent Secret Keeper. No matter how I tortured you, even throwing you into here, you never gave me any answers nor told me any secrets... You disguised yourself well then, but now it's different. Your Eminence, your pathetic appearance is indeed laughable when you try to disguise yourself..."
