"I'll take my chances." Daud wasn't worried, not explicitly. In the back of his mind, though, his doubts about this city grew a little stronger. He'd known there was a risk in choosing a place that held so dearly to its crime, but he'd been focused on the benefits of blending in with such a city.
What Zsasz had said about Gotham not staying out of him.... It was troublesome. Daud knew the way a city, the worst parts of a city could creep into a person. Change the rules of necessity and the bounds of what was permissible. Change the ways importance appeared, lives appeared, changed the ways that you could shape yourself. Make yourself out of devastation, and while it wasn't all so dramatic as that - even now he couldn't believe killing was always the wrong route, or that he'd been utterly mistaken in his endeavors - it wasn't as distant or unimpactful as he'd thought. Or maybe it was more apt to say it impacted in ways he hadn't imagined.
So a city could change you, and Daud was beginning to wonder whether he'd really taken a proper measure of Gotham. There hadn't been time or opportunity to be truly thorough in his research, and now that he'd arrived, he could already feel the pull of the city. Then there were Zsasz's words to consider: 'whole town is more fascinated by chaos than scared of it.' Zsasz wasn't one to speak lightly or exaggerate (Daud wasn't sure whether the man just didn't know how, or whether he found embellishment a waste of time; both, maybe, and Daud could appreciate that). If things were so deeply misaligned here, would it be wiser to leave? Now, before the night came on, before the city could catch hold of him, before he could come up with half a hundred reasons to stay.
He'd think about it. Hear Zsasz out and then make a decision after. Another half hour couldn't hurt, right? And it could be he was panicking too quickly; just an overblown sense of suspicion since leaving Dunwall (which wasn't true, which he sincerely doubted, which he didn't want to think about).
What was he doing here, anyway? Rather, what was he going to do? He'd come to disappear, but of course disappearance wasn't as simple as ceasing to move in the world. Disappearing didn't mean you stopped living. What did he want from any place, from himself?
He turned himself back to the conversation. "That's one hell of a city you've got.
"Killing the captain of police on camera... That takes a certain kind of disregard. Or theatricality, I'm not sure which.
"Never really been my interest." Daud had always been more for shadows, never hiding his face but keeping his tracks clear, appearing out of nowhere and ending the target in a moment. Quick and graceful, in and away.
And maybe, maybe that was what would save him from this city. Maybe he was too quiet for a place that flocked to the dramatic. Maybe there was nothing here to tempt him, and no need to move away, after all.
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What Zsasz had said about Gotham not staying out of him.... It was troublesome. Daud knew the way a city, the worst parts of a city could creep into a person. Change the rules of necessity and the bounds of what was permissible. Change the ways importance appeared, lives appeared, changed the ways that you could shape yourself. Make yourself out of devastation, and while it wasn't all so dramatic as that - even now he couldn't believe killing was always the wrong route, or that he'd been utterly mistaken in his endeavors - it wasn't as distant or unimpactful as he'd thought. Or maybe it was more apt to say it impacted in ways he hadn't imagined.
So a city could change you, and Daud was beginning to wonder whether he'd really taken a proper measure of Gotham. There hadn't been time or opportunity to be truly thorough in his research, and now that he'd arrived, he could already feel the pull of the city. Then there were Zsasz's words to consider: 'whole town is more fascinated by chaos than scared of it.' Zsasz wasn't one to speak lightly or exaggerate (Daud wasn't sure whether the man just didn't know how, or whether he found embellishment a waste of time; both, maybe, and Daud could appreciate that). If things were so deeply misaligned here, would it be wiser to leave? Now, before the night came on, before the city could catch hold of him, before he could come up with half a hundred reasons to stay.
He'd think about it. Hear Zsasz out and then make a decision after. Another half hour couldn't hurt, right? And it could be he was panicking too quickly; just an overblown sense of suspicion since leaving Dunwall (which wasn't true, which he sincerely doubted, which he didn't want to think about).
What was he doing here, anyway? Rather, what was he going to do? He'd come to disappear, but of course disappearance wasn't as simple as ceasing to move in the world. Disappearing didn't mean you stopped living. What did he want from any place, from himself?
He turned himself back to the conversation. "That's one hell of a city you've got.
"Killing the captain of police on camera... That takes a certain kind of disregard. Or theatricality, I'm not sure which.
"Never really been my interest." Daud had always been more for shadows, never hiding his face but keeping his tracks clear, appearing out of nowhere and ending the target in a moment. Quick and graceful, in and away.
And maybe, maybe that was what would save him from this city. Maybe he was too quiet for a place that flocked to the dramatic. Maybe there was nothing here to tempt him, and no need to move away, after all.