[ It isn't possible. It doesn't make sense. That his Mark should have been taken, that he should have come here unmarked and without the bastard's favor....
But Corvo isn't lying.
The empty span of skin means he isn't lying about the Outsider.
(No, no. Means he probably isn't lying. Daud can't let his guard down too far. What's the lack of a Mark to stop the Outsider from leveling demands? What's there to stop him from visiting Corvo in sleep, and what's to keep Corvo from lying about it?)
And there's that other name. Daud had heard something about Delilah. Knew a woman of her name had overtaken Dunwall Tower, but it'd been a background note, scarcely important in the face of his own pursuits. Yes, it'd crossed his mind that this could be the same witch he'd sent to the Void. Mostly he'd dismissed it, decided it didn't merit space for thought (which might have been a mistake; which might have been incautious).
Maybe there was something to the suspicion, after all.
(What does it mean that the Outsider had stood by and let his Chosen's Mark be torn away? It's a question Daud can barely hold. It's a question that - echoed dim as it is - only confirms his beliefs about the bastard.) ]
Delilah?
[ He doesn't know where to begin with any of this. One hand goes to his side, willing himself to hold his position, willing his body not to falter further. ]
That doesn't mean anything.
The bastard takes what he wants, Mark or no.
[ Two men chosen by a god, one without his Mark, the other's flickering inconstant, fading. The black-eyed bastard must be enjoying this show, indeed.
Well. Let him laugh. Let him laugh disdainful while he still has time. ]
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But Corvo isn't lying.
The empty span of skin means he isn't lying about the Outsider.
(No, no. Means he probably isn't lying. Daud can't let his guard down too far. What's the lack of a Mark to stop the Outsider from leveling demands? What's there to stop him from visiting Corvo in sleep, and what's to keep Corvo from lying about it?)
And there's that other name. Daud had heard something about Delilah. Knew a woman of her name had overtaken Dunwall Tower, but it'd been a background note, scarcely important in the face of his own pursuits. Yes, it'd crossed his mind that this could be the same witch he'd sent to the Void. Mostly he'd dismissed it, decided it didn't merit space for thought (which might have been a mistake; which might have been incautious).
Maybe there was something to the suspicion, after all.
(What does it mean that the Outsider had stood by and let his Chosen's Mark be torn away? It's a question Daud can barely hold. It's a question that - echoed dim as it is - only confirms his beliefs about the bastard.) ]
Delilah?
[ He doesn't know where to begin with any of this. One hand goes to his side, willing himself to hold his position, willing his body not to falter further. ]
That doesn't mean anything.
The bastard takes what he wants, Mark or no.
[ Two men chosen by a god, one without his Mark, the other's flickering inconstant, fading. The black-eyed bastard must be enjoying this show, indeed.
Well. Let him laugh. Let him laugh disdainful while he still has time. ]