No more than anyone else knows him... which proves my point.
[ Even as a Marked, he does not feel the Outsider's influence in anything that he does. He only sees him watching and commenting -- like an aristocrat waiting to say they hate his painting.
Stefano smiles at hearing Daud agree with him. That's right. The Knife must have known him for a long time. Poor man. He offers no real insight into anything that we're doing and so I can only imagine how useless he has been in helping to craft a new future for Dunwall out of the corpses of the corrupt. ]
It is. Though, I must say that it is also a lot more ... rudimentary than my other works. I fear, as I said, I was growing a bit desperate. I was thinking you might have thought my previous works of art as a challenge, or threat against your life! [ His hand once more rests upon his chest as he lets out a pained sigh. ] But I was certain that you would understand that it was not... when I left your Whalers alive.
They're quite endearing pieces of art that you've made. [ He leans forward with his hands clasped behind his back. ] They carry with them a vision and a beauty in their kills that only you could have given them. I noticed them following me... and looking into what I was doing. I was worried that they'd attempt to do something foolish, but glad that they did not.
If I killed one, it would feel the same as someone stabbing one of my paintings. It would have to be answered in blood. And I could only accept your anger. [ In short, he is relieved that they never drew too closer or gave off the air that they were itching for a fight with him. ] But I've gone on about your works of art.
both hands on his face as he sighs loudly
[ Even as a Marked, he does not feel the Outsider's influence in anything that he does. He only sees him watching and commenting -- like an aristocrat waiting to say they hate his painting.
Stefano smiles at hearing Daud agree with him. That's right. The Knife must have known him for a long time. Poor man. He offers no real insight into anything that we're doing and so I can only imagine how useless he has been in helping to craft a new future for Dunwall out of the corpses of the corrupt. ]
It is. Though, I must say that it is also a lot more ... rudimentary than my other works. I fear, as I said, I was growing a bit desperate. I was thinking you might have thought my previous works of art as a challenge, or threat against your life! [ His hand once more rests upon his chest as he lets out a pained sigh. ] But I was certain that you would understand that it was not... when I left your Whalers alive.
They're quite endearing pieces of art that you've made. [ He leans forward with his hands clasped behind his back. ] They carry with them a vision and a beauty in their kills that only you could have given them. I noticed them following me... and looking into what I was doing. I was worried that they'd attempt to do something foolish, but glad that they did not.
If I killed one, it would feel the same as someone stabbing one of my paintings. It would have to be answered in blood. And I could only accept your anger. [ In short, he is relieved that they never drew too closer or gave off the air that they were itching for a fight with him. ] But I've gone on about your works of art.
Please... tell me what you think of mine!