[Before, he had been able to see into the desires and futures of others, had talked about them at length to those who had a vested interest, but holding conversations was a new exercise. It meant listening to everything that was said an unsaid, in paying attention to the purely physical. It was interesting to see the war of emotions that were splayed across Daud's face, whether because his masks had long worn away, or because he saw no point in hiding his annoyance that the Outsider was here.

He had tried to ask Billie Lurk, not too long after he had been freed, why she had done it, but he had never gotten a straight answer out of her. Perhaps it was a taste of his own medicine, or maybe both of these assassins who were so used to killing, didn't know the reason to why they had spared his life.

Nonplussed, the Outsider turned on his heel instead and started towards the cabinets, digging through the food rations and arranging them carelessly into piles of what he would eat and what he wouldn't.]

And what expectations are those, Daud? I'm interested to know what sort of opinions you have of me now that you've remade me.

[He paused, frowning at a can of jellied hagfish, trying to decide whether he wanted to eat this or if he should put it into the trash where it belonged. Corvo and his current Empress Kaldwin had better food, perhaps he should have stayed there longer.]