[ He can't argue with that. Even remaining upright in this chair takes undue effort, and making it back to his room - if he can find it again - is liable to be a struggle. That's a concern for later, though. He can only manage one thing at a time (because he's ill, he tells himself; he hopes).
(Something that's been nagging at him since he awoke, since he first began exploring the halls: his connection with the Void feels... off. It'd been ragged since he first came into contact with the artifact, but now it's gone hollow. Quiet, maybe. He doesn't know what to make of that. It's another worry he doesn't have the energy to handle. Later, maybe. Later.)
He watches Corvo for a moment, considering his options, considering the familiarity of Corvo's speech, the truth of it. Consider the fact that he's here, alive at all. ]
I don't—
[ '—have any memory of coming here,' but he isn't going to say that. ]
What did you do to me.
[ It's the closest he can come to asking what happened. ]
no subject
(Something that's been nagging at him since he awoke, since he first began exploring the halls: his connection with the Void feels... off. It'd been ragged since he first came into contact with the artifact, but now it's gone hollow. Quiet, maybe. He doesn't know what to make of that. It's another worry he doesn't have the energy to handle. Later, maybe. Later.)
He watches Corvo for a moment, considering his options, considering the familiarity of Corvo's speech, the truth of it. Consider the fact that he's here, alive at all. ]
I don't—
[ '—have any memory of coming here,' but he isn't going to say that. ]
What did you do to me.
[ It's the closest he can come to asking what happened. ]