@righthandknife / @withourtraces
Lights dimmed around the bar in the Broken Butterfly, the spindly old nosferatu that tended it wiped down three short glasses for those Daud and the two he'd gathered at a booth in the back corner, far away from the crowd and the guest musicians that were tuning and preparing for a live set.
An exchange of silvery dulcet coins ensured a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf for the three of them to share. Daud owed Billie for taking the last of hers, and Thomas he wanted to repay for loyalty through the years. Thiabeaux uncorked the bottle and left them to their meeting.
"These are strange times," Daud muses, "You've only just arrived, but I don't think it's coincidental. We should take time to figure out where in relation we were pulled from, and then I can tell you what's happened here- what I've noticed, and what I may need of you."
"But first," he says, pouring even amounts of amber whiskey into Billie's glass, Thomas' glass, and then his own, "I need to confirm we're from the same realities, bear with me."
There were choices he had made that he'd only confided in either one of them, and he'd been witness to an alternate reality in dreams when he'd arrived, and not long after, a living representation from that dark possibility emerged here in the form of Corvo Attano.
"Billie," he starts, "Tell me what happened that night you brought the Overseers to the hideout. And tell me what the final fate of the Outsider was."
He knew already that this was his Billie- but he needed to make certain. And Thomas-
Daud tilted his head to Thomas, "How did I tell you I decided to deal with Delilah? And what happened after the duel?"
