[And so, another crime against the Empress comes to its inevitable end. Emily Kaldwin, restored to her throne and restoring her people to their pride, if not their greatness (nobody's perfect), now overseeing an Empire that lives and breathes a little bit closer to the way it should be.
Should is a funny little term. There are things that should be, and most of them are matters of opinion. Should is so relative, so open to interpretation— so few things are absolute. Even the Void. Even the Outsider, who is viewed as such, who is treated like an end of ends to anyone with enough sense to stay away.
But not Delilah. The Outsider himself had confessed that her presence in the Void had been like something of a discomfort; he didn't like feeling her there, a literal and metaphorical thorn in his side, and he supposes he owes Emily Kaldwin some thanks for that. He might get around to offering it in his own way, obliquely, one of these days.
But not today. Months pass in a blink (ha ha) for the Outsider as he watches Dunwall and Karnaca rebuild themselves, watches the ripples of Emily Kaldwin's actions bend and fold the Empire, and he's found himself in... a mood. Of some kind.
It's a good one. Delilah's continued absence from the Void is almost a relief, in the way a splinter being removed is. He's in a good mood. Which is why, runes be damned, when he catches Corvo's presence finally on his own, the Outsider can't help but slip out of the Void and into the space not far behind him, sitting on some kind of... table... thing.
The Duke of Karnaca is (was) a strange, strange man. The Outsider folds his hands in his lap and cants his head to the side as he takes in Corvo's profile.]
Hello, old friend. [even ignoring the runes doesn't work, nowhere is safe] What a deft hand it takes to stitch this empire back together. You must be so proud.
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Should is a funny little term. There are things that should be, and most of them are matters of opinion. Should is so relative, so open to interpretation— so few things are absolute. Even the Void. Even the Outsider, who is viewed as such, who is treated like an end of ends to anyone with enough sense to stay away.
But not Delilah. The Outsider himself had confessed that her presence in the Void had been like something of a discomfort; he didn't like feeling her there, a literal and metaphorical thorn in his side, and he supposes he owes Emily Kaldwin some thanks for that. He might get around to offering it in his own way, obliquely, one of these days.
But not today. Months pass in a blink (ha ha) for the Outsider as he watches Dunwall and Karnaca rebuild themselves, watches the ripples of Emily Kaldwin's actions bend and fold the Empire, and he's found himself in... a mood. Of some kind.
It's a good one. Delilah's continued absence from the Void is almost a relief, in the way a splinter being removed is. He's in a good mood. Which is why, runes be damned, when he catches Corvo's presence finally on his own, the Outsider can't help but slip out of the Void and into the space not far behind him, sitting on some kind of... table... thing.
The Duke of Karnaca is (was) a strange, strange man. The Outsider folds his hands in his lap and cants his head to the side as he takes in Corvo's profile.]
Hello, old friend. [even ignoring the runes doesn't work, nowhere is safe] What a deft hand it takes to stitch this empire back together. You must be so proud.