"I've heard the name; not much more. What news of Gotham we got in Dunwall was always suspect." Had either sounded too good or too bloody to be true, and it was always clear the messengers were playing sides and championing sensationalism. "I'm under the impression he's tenacious, anyway. Good to know he doesn't keep you on a tight rope." It was hard to envision Zsasz being kept on a tight rope, or any kind of rope. And it did sound like an ideal position; connected to someone with power, easy access to what must be a plenitude of jobs, but not kept at some bastard's beck and call.
And Daud could, if he was understanding correctly, become a part of that. It was tempting, and flattering to have someone offer work so quickly. It would've been so easy to say yes and slip back into his old role (he could, and he could reshape his methods to fit this city, more corrupt through and through than Dunwall, filled with even more opportunities to enact his will and carve out a place for himself). Easier still because Zsasz - confidant as ever - made it seem to simple, so natural. All Daud had to do was say yes, and that would be that.
But he'd told himself it was ended. But he'd seen too much to go back. (It was a nice thought. It wasn't entirely true, but it was a nice thought, and for the moment he stuck by it.)
"It's a tempting offer, but I'm trying not to repeat my old mistakes." Mistakes like helping Dunwall plummet closer to its end. Like killing the one woman who'd kept everything in check, who'd kept the disease from devastating the entire city. With her gone, probably the only decent mayor the city's had in years, everything'd gone to hell, and there was no telling if Dunwall could ever recover. Daud had never seen his work as anything that touched the people beyond his targets. The way he'd seen it, he'd changed the world in small ways. Made his mark one person at a time. Jessamine changed that. Jessamine's death showed the broader consequences of his action, show how corrupt those consequences were, and now Daud couldn't stop thinking in that way.
He wasn't going to say all of that, of course.
"Sounds like you're doing pretty well for yourself."
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And Daud could, if he was understanding correctly, become a part of that. It was tempting, and flattering to have someone offer work so quickly. It would've been so easy to say yes and slip back into his old role (he could, and he could reshape his methods to fit this city, more corrupt through and through than Dunwall, filled with even more opportunities to enact his will and carve out a place for himself). Easier still because Zsasz - confidant as ever - made it seem to simple, so natural. All Daud had to do was say yes, and that would be that.
But he'd told himself it was ended. But he'd seen too much to go back. (It was a nice thought. It wasn't entirely true, but it was a nice thought, and for the moment he stuck by it.)
"It's a tempting offer, but I'm trying not to repeat my old mistakes." Mistakes like helping Dunwall plummet closer to its end. Like killing the one woman who'd kept everything in check, who'd kept the disease from devastating the entire city. With her gone, probably the only decent mayor the city's had in years, everything'd gone to hell, and there was no telling if Dunwall could ever recover. Daud had never seen his work as anything that touched the people beyond his targets. The way he'd seen it, he'd changed the world in small ways. Made his mark one person at a time. Jessamine changed that. Jessamine's death showed the broader consequences of his action, show how corrupt those consequences were, and now Daud couldn't stop thinking in that way.
He wasn't going to say all of that, of course.
"Sounds like you're doing pretty well for yourself."