[ Taking down the Outsider is all Daud has left. That's how it seems to him, anyway. His mission has taken on a stature that dwarfs all other concerns, has become so compelling, so seemingly dire that all other wishes and responsibilities fade to the background. The bastard has to be stopped. He needs to kill the Outsider before the bastard causes anymore damage. Someone needs to kill the Outsider, and he (no, Billie (which isn't fair for her, it isn't)) is the only one who can do it.
Better to die on this leaky boat than give over his mission. Better to die here than let himself be persuaded.
(What about for Billie? He tells himself she wouldn't want that life, trapped in a tower. He tells himself this mission is just important to her. But underneath, doubts coil. Writhe. And somewhere, somewhere down he knows it'd be better for her. Could almost want it for her.
But the mission. But Corvo doesn't know what he speaks of.)
He focuses himself on Corvo. Tries to read the features of the man, but it's hard to process anything, hard to know how to interpret the lines across his face or what's a tic, what any aspect indicates. Which would be frustrating, if it mattered. (Which is frustrating, and there's a growing pressure in the back of his head. This used to come so easily. But it isn't his concern. It shouldn't be his focus.) ]
The bastard needs to die, Corvo.
You've seen what he can do.
[ Besides, Daud kind of appreciates this leaky boat. After the baths, after months of running, it feels safe, almost. Almost like a home. ]
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Better to die on this leaky boat than give over his mission. Better to die here than let himself be persuaded.
(What about for Billie? He tells himself she wouldn't want that life, trapped in a tower. He tells himself this mission is just important to her. But underneath, doubts coil. Writhe. And somewhere, somewhere down he knows it'd be better for her. Could almost want it for her.
But the mission. But Corvo doesn't know what he speaks of.)
He focuses himself on Corvo. Tries to read the features of the man, but it's hard to process anything, hard to know how to interpret the lines across his face or what's a tic, what any aspect indicates. Which would be frustrating, if it mattered. (Which is frustrating, and there's a growing pressure in the back of his head. This used to come so easily. But it isn't his concern. It shouldn't be his focus.) ]
The bastard needs to die, Corvo.
You've seen what he can do.
[ Besides, Daud kind of appreciates this leaky boat. After the baths, after months of running, it feels safe, almost. Almost like a home. ]