@whvler ❤’d for a thingy !!
Hands trembling, a young girl looks up to see the masks that reflected her face on their wide eyes. Daunting, cold, and lifeless — like the body of MOTHER, a part of her heart she would never see again. And it was their fault. CORVO was all the way on the other side of the TOWER, and he could not help, and it was a wonder how this one assassin managed to sneak into her bedchamber without alerting any guards. She wanted to do something… anything… but she was just a little girl.
❝ Y-You were the ones who killed her, weren’t you? Who killed my mother? Are you here to kill me too? ❞
he watches her in silence as she stares and questions. yes, he was there --- and surely she is already well aware of that fact, for otherwise she would not have asked. the whaler responds solely to her last inquiry, but even then does not do so verbally, instead offering a slow shake of his head. if he'd been there to kill her, she never would have known he was coming. ( even now, with the void-given powers fading from him, he's still a good assassin --- but he'd only kill a child if daud told him to, and the knife of dunwall has already departed from his life. )
with careful, obvious movements, he reaches behind himself and into a pouch in his belt. “ i found this, ” he begins, voice distorted by the mask. “ i thought you might want it back. ” perhaps she no longer has need of such simple things, given that she is to become empress so soon --- if she has not already. he has not kept as close an eye on politics as he should have as of late. still, despite his doubts as to her desires, he pulls out one of her dolls, freshly cleaned with its wounds stitched with care.
