[The look on Daud's face is different than the looks Corvo remembers. Years ago, Daud was always so sure. Confident. Powerful. The man before him didn't have a lot of time left. It was like the end of an era.
Corvo stepped forward from the shadows of the doorway and paused beside the painting to look over at it, staring a moment. Did Anton's work have to be so accurate?
Both hands lift to the mask, releasing it and pulling it away from his face.]
You don't look very busy to me.
[When the mask is pulled away, the face behind it is not the ghost of Daud's past. Corvo was a younger man back then. Now he's bearded and going gray. The years have been good to him. He still has some good years left, but he knows it won't be long before he'll have to step aside as Royal Protector. It won't be easy. Corvo was never good at letting anything go.]
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Corvo stepped forward from the shadows of the doorway and paused beside the painting to look over at it, staring a moment. Did Anton's work have to be so accurate?
Both hands lift to the mask, releasing it and pulling it away from his face.]
You don't look very busy to me.
[When the mask is pulled away, the face behind it is not the ghost of Daud's past. Corvo was a younger man back then. Now he's bearded and going gray. The years have been good to him. He still has some good years left, but he knows it won't be long before he'll have to step aside as Royal Protector. It won't be easy. Corvo was never good at letting anything go.]