[ It's getting worse and worse. More convoluted, anyway. These aren't details Daud wants to deal with. Not when everything beyond his mission's already a tangle, not when he has that mission to focus on. There are details he needs to run over. Signs he needs to determine how to read. All of this... All of this threatens to tear his attention away.
Is tearing his attention away. Slowly but surely, Corvo's catching Daud's focus, which is infuriating and what, what makes the man think he can speak of Billie, of her role, of... What? Daud doesn't think he's heard correctly. Doubts himself for a moment because what did Corvo mean about helping take back Dunwall?
There's much Daud doesn't know about the woman Billie Lurk became after he sent her from Dunwall. Much he doesn't dare ask and hardly has the time to consider. This. Is this proposition possible? What had Billie done. (He almost wishes she were here. Almost wishes he could ask.)
And. And Emily knows...? (About Delilah. About a too-late attempt at salvaging what had been set to ruin. About one of the few acts Daud doesn't regret.)
(How. How could she know? It doesn't matter. That was years ago.)
He can't sort this out. He can't sort this out and remain standing, so keeping a wary eye on Corvo, he moves toward the cot, lowers himself shakily. That's better. That's a little better. ]
whispers 'icon buddy'
Is tearing his attention away. Slowly but surely, Corvo's catching Daud's focus, which is infuriating and what, what makes the man think he can speak of Billie, of her role, of... What? Daud doesn't think he's heard correctly. Doubts himself for a moment because what did Corvo mean about helping take back Dunwall?
There's much Daud doesn't know about the woman Billie Lurk became after he sent her from Dunwall. Much he doesn't dare ask and hardly has the time to consider. This. Is this proposition possible? What had Billie done. (He almost wishes she were here. Almost wishes he could ask.)
And. And Emily knows...? (About Delilah. About a too-late attempt at salvaging what had been set to ruin. About one of the few acts Daud doesn't regret.)
(How. How could she know? It doesn't matter. That was years ago.)
He can't sort this out. He can't sort this out and remain standing, so keeping a wary eye on Corvo, he moves toward the cot, lowers himself shakily. That's better. That's a little better. ]
You know an awful lot, don't you.
What do you want with me.