[ All right, maybe that didn't need to be said, but the words out out of his mouth, short and almost snapped, before he thinks twice about them.
And Delilah. There's that name again, the one Corvo had mentioned on the Wale (he remembers the conversation clearly, sick as he'd been, half-convinced as he'd been that Corvo was no more than a spirit). The one that rings all too familiar, only it can't have been, can it? ]
This Delilah. How did she...?
[ He trails off because the question he wants to ask is something more like 'Who was she' or 'Was she a witch' or 'Tell me this isn't what I think it is.' ]
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[ All right, maybe that didn't need to be said, but the words out out of his mouth, short and almost snapped, before he thinks twice about them.
And Delilah. There's that name again, the one Corvo had mentioned on the Wale (he remembers the conversation clearly, sick as he'd been, half-convinced as he'd been that Corvo was no more than a spirit). The one that rings all too familiar, only it can't have been, can it? ]
This Delilah. How did she...?
[ He trails off because the question he wants to ask is something more like 'Who was she' or 'Was she a witch' or 'Tell me this isn't what I think it is.' ]