[ Taking it was an uninformed choice, and the offer could hardly be turned down. Because how do you deny a god when he offers such powers? Because how can anyone aside from that very god begin to understand the possible consequences?
(It's true, yes, that Daud had sought the Outsider in the first place. True that he'd visited the shrines in the distant hopes of catching his favor, not truly believing the god existed, knowing only he'd do whatever was necessary to mark a place and a name for himself. But that was long ago. And he'd never expected the outcome, or that's what he tells himself, has told himself for years.)
'What do you know about Delilah.' And how was it possible. It's beginning to occur to Daud that truly, she may truly have clawed her way out of the Void, that the Delilah whose name had been whispered - more than whispered - so recently was the very same he'd known. It shouldn't matter, it's none of his affair, not anymore, but the unlikeliness of it pulls at him. If it had been her. If it really had been her.
And... Emily? Is he supposed to believe the bastard had—? But that isn't difficult to imagine. Of course he'd go for her, especially if he'd lost his hold on Corvo, especially if he saw his chance, a woman - a very interesting woman, no doubt - on the run. Daud remembers glimpsing her just briefly in Dunwall, the initially unknown figure sprinting expertly across rooftops, the roar from the palace behind. Had she borne the Mark then?
The thoughts run together too quick and muddy to be pieced apart, and on top of the shakiness he's beginning to feel just a little lightheaded. It shouldn't be this hard to take in the information. He's tired. He's unwell. It doesn't matter; he'll find a way forward, and he can't let Corvo distract him from what Corvo's come to do. ]
I had my own business to take care of.
The affairs of the Tower aren't my concern.
[ He could say something cutting about Corvo failing in his role as Royal Protector or he could ask how Corvo'd let it happen, but the questions only half-occur to Daud and he doesn't want be... to be drawn into conversation with the one who's come to kill him.
(Unless he really hadn't. Unless something else truly has brought Corvo here but, but that's a possibility Daud can't afford to entertain.) ]
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(It's true, yes, that Daud had sought the Outsider in the first place. True that he'd visited the shrines in the distant hopes of catching his favor, not truly believing the god existed, knowing only he'd do whatever was necessary to mark a place and a name for himself. But that was long ago. And he'd never expected the outcome, or that's what he tells himself, has told himself for years.)
'What do you know about Delilah.' And how was it possible. It's beginning to occur to Daud that truly, she may truly have clawed her way out of the Void, that the Delilah whose name had been whispered - more than whispered - so recently was the very same he'd known. It shouldn't matter, it's none of his affair, not anymore, but the unlikeliness of it pulls at him. If it had been her. If it really had been her.
And... Emily? Is he supposed to believe the bastard had—? But that isn't difficult to imagine. Of course he'd go for her, especially if he'd lost his hold on Corvo, especially if he saw his chance, a woman - a very interesting woman, no doubt - on the run. Daud remembers glimpsing her just briefly in Dunwall, the initially unknown figure sprinting expertly across rooftops, the roar from the palace behind. Had she borne the Mark then?
The thoughts run together too quick and muddy to be pieced apart, and on top of the shakiness he's beginning to feel just a little lightheaded. It shouldn't be this hard to take in the information. He's tired. He's unwell. It doesn't matter; he'll find a way forward, and he can't let Corvo distract him from what Corvo's come to do. ]
I had my own business to take care of.
The affairs of the Tower aren't my concern.
[ He could say something cutting about Corvo failing in his role as Royal Protector or he could ask how Corvo'd let it happen, but the questions only half-occur to Daud and he doesn't want be... to be drawn into conversation with the one who's come to kill him.
(Unless he really hadn't. Unless something else truly has brought Corvo here but, but that's a possibility Daud can't afford to entertain.) ]