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corvo attano (low chaos) ([personal profile] countervail) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2013-04-29 03:11 am (UTC)

[ And damn him for looking surprised. For knowing what to ask. Damn them all.

He shouldn't answer him. But that's already proved difficult, so when he does speak, it nears a snarl.
] Havelock.

He wanted to jump. Take her with him. [ A bitter twist to his mouth. ] He died first. [ At least, he didn't see the end. At least, the last thing Havelock felt was Corvo's blade; a last look in what they in part helped the once Lord Protector become. ]

Then - she fell. [ From the edge, or from his grasp. He doesn't say; it doesn't need to be said, voiced. He knows his failure.

And now, especially now, Dunwall can burn to the ground; it can drown in a sea of blood and rats and corpses. His sneer is brief, cold and sharp.
] Not what you expected?

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