[ This time his confusion's written clear across his face. Why in the name of all the Isles is Corvo asking about Billie?
(Beneath the confusion, buried beneath layers of bitter anger and denial, there's a distant pang of guilt, an awareness of what he's asked of her. A recognition that after everything, he should know better than to ask this of her, should know better than to place this on her of all people - hasn't he done enough harm to her already? - only who else is there that he can trust? And this thing has to be done. Daud would do it himself if he could, only that's no longer an option.
She deserves better. But what choice does he have?) ]
What do you know about Billie?
[ Maybe the bastard had told him. That makes sense. Yes, that makes sense. ]
SUPER RUDE, RAT-MAN.
(Beneath the confusion, buried beneath layers of bitter anger and denial, there's a distant pang of guilt, an awareness of what he's asked of her. A recognition that after everything, he should know better than to ask this of her, should know better than to place this on her of all people - hasn't he done enough harm to her already? - only who else is there that he can trust? And this thing has to be done. Daud would do it himself if he could, only that's no longer an option.
She deserves better. But what choice does he have?) ]
What do you know about Billie?
[ Maybe the bastard had told him. That makes sense. Yes, that makes sense. ]