“Unfortunately, my dear, that is not something I could ever have prevented. No matter…” He paused, looking thoughtful, “How hard I tried. I suppose you’ll be disappointed with your newfound lack of magic. I apologise fo that, I find it regrettable that once again my gifts have been taken from you, no matter if I disagree with what you chose to do with them.”
The man who was once feared across the Isles now seemed far too human, standing before the Emperor. He still held himself with all the confidence and pride of a god, but there was something about him that made it painfully obvious that he was just a mere mortal.
“I came here to make amends, but I see now that there is nothing I can offer you that you don’t already have except an explaination. I’ve given you that, so I’ll be on my way.”
His throne was in shambles. The place was cast in debris, rock and filth. Just as disheveled as the man that sat on the throne. He sat with his face placed into his hands, fingers rubbing against sore, tired eyes. He did not even acknowledge that voice at first. A voice he had long since thought cast away into the Void and left him to his own ways.
A god that did not answer prayers. A god that came and went however he had wanted. So, Corvo had simply evolved. Worked as a way to be his own god. At least, that had always been the plan.
Calloused hands dropped to his sides as he eyed down to the young, newly mortal man that was setting to leave him and the Emperor’s deep voice cracked as he called out for him.
“So, in this world now, you choose sides. Hm.”
He stood up and shifted to walk down the small set of steps before he stood across from the young man. He felt a twinge in his heart. One that he had long thought dead. Regret. Worry. Guilt. Things that a sane mind would bring back to him.
It would appear with the Outsider growing human, Humanity had returned
to Corvo as well.
“I never thought you had a moral compass.”
