"Everyone that lives in this city knows who you are."
If Oscar knew about Billie's thoughts about him, he wouldn't blame her. His actions towards the thieves of Dunwall (and others of the underworld, those haven't even been reported because they aren't important enough) don't really have a reason behind it besides pure and utter malice and hatred of them on Oscar's part. (Unless one does the research and knows the actual truth to the relationship he had with his former superior. Then it makes a little sense... merciless, vicious, borderline crazy sense. But sense nonetheless.)
It isn't Oscar without a fair amount of hypocrisy on part of his actions. (It also isn't him if he doesn't really give a shit about it.) These were now empty hideouts with treasures and money inside... he doesn't wish to be on the streets again fulltime. (To him, it's only fair.)
Still, he is aware that he can't do this forever and will get caught eventually, left with an addiction and a bit of a broken mind. Just... not this soon (that wicked, awful whore of a woman still takes breath) and by them. His suspicion only grows in his head, but he doesn't show it.
"What do want me for? Or rather... who ordered you to find me?"
He's made even more enemies since then... he wishes he could care anymore.
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If Oscar knew about Billie's thoughts about him, he wouldn't blame her. His actions towards the thieves of Dunwall (and others of the underworld, those haven't even been reported because they aren't important enough) don't really have a reason behind it besides pure and utter malice and hatred of them on Oscar's part. (Unless one does the research and knows the actual truth to the relationship he had with his former superior. Then it makes a little sense... merciless, vicious, borderline crazy sense. But sense nonetheless.)
It isn't Oscar without a fair amount of hypocrisy on part of his actions. (It also isn't him if he doesn't really give a shit about it.) These were now empty hideouts with treasures and money inside... he doesn't wish to be on the streets again fulltime. (To him, it's only fair.)
Still, he is aware that he can't do this forever and will get caught eventually, left with an addiction and a bit of a broken mind. Just... not this soon (that wicked, awful whore of a woman still takes breath) and by them. His suspicion only grows in his head, but he doesn't show it.
"What do want me for? Or rather... who ordered you to find me?"
He's made even more enemies since then... he wishes he could care anymore.