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An Outsider Shrine.

InΒ Dishonored, its DLCs and Dishonored 2, the Outsider speaks to Corvo Attano, Emily Kaldwin and Daud at key moments during the game as well as each time they find an Outsider Shrine and take its rune or runes. This page lists all of these speeches with their variations.

Dishonored

Dishonored

Meeting the Outsider for the first time*
Hello, Corvo. Your life has taken a turn, has it not? The Empress is dead, her precious daughter Emily is lost somewhere in the city, and you will play a pivotal role in the days to come. For this, I have chosen you and drawn you into the Void. I am the Outsider, and this is my Mark. There are forces in the world and beyond the world, great forces that men call "magic", and now these forces will serve your will. Use this new-found power, my gift to you. Come find me.
In the days that follow, your trials will be great, Corvo. Seek the ancient runes bearing my mark, in the lonely places of your world and at shrines raised in my name. These runes will grant you powers beyond those of other men. To help you find these runes I give you this: the Heart of a living thing, molded by my hands. With this heart, you will hear many secrets, and it will guide you toward my runes, no matter how they may be hidden. Listen to the Heart now, and find another rune.
How you use what I have given you falls upon you, as it has to the others before you. And now, I return you to your world, but know that I will be watching with great interest.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

High Overseer Campbell

Campbell not yet eliminated Campbell branded Campbell killed
Be careful, Corvo. They call her Granny Rags. You wouldn't recognize her real name, or even the name of her family, but an Emperor begged for her hand once, and rich young men fought each other for her favor. I watched her consider them all, measure their worth, and find them wanting. Then she made a different choice.
You're on your way to face the High Overseer, the leader of a great cult dedicated to loathing me. What will you do, I wonder? Now your choices interest me. You spared High Overseer Campbell, the leader of a great cult dedicated to loathing me. I'm older than the rocks this place is built on, and even I didn't see that coming. You killed High Overseer Campbell, the leader of a great cult dedicated to loathing me. Only the latest in a long line of men like himself, some who held the position better than others. I suppose I should thank you.

The Royal Physician

No variations
Rivers change course over many lifetimes, and eventually all bridges tumble down. A thousand years ago there was another city on this spot. The people carved the bones of whales and inscribed them with my Mark. Children still find them washed up in the river-mud. Anton Sokolov has made a great study of my runes, but he's not special like you are. He wasn't chosen and he doesn't wear my Mark, so he can't unlock their secrets. Sokolov believes there are specific words and acts that can compel me to appear before him. He searches old temples in Pandyssia and ruined subbasements in the Flooded District. He performs disgusting rituals beneath the old Abbey. But if he really wants to meet me, he could start by being a bit more interesting.

Lady Boyle's Last Party

Lady Boyle not yet eliminated Lady Boyle abducted Lady Boyle killed
Going to a party, Corvo? Coming from a party, Corvo?
Is that what you dreamed of, all those months in Coldridge Prison while waiting for the executioner? Wealth, beautiful women in the latest fashions, laughing and drinking Tyvian wine? And what of the host, Lady Boyle?
I can see all her tomorrows and I know that either she dies tonight at your hand or she'll live out her days, month after month, year after year, far away, even as her fine clothes wear into tatters and her silken hair gets dull and gray. Half the city can see the lights from the party, and they dream of the delights inside. Will you tear it all to pieces? Either way, it's Lady Boyle's last party. She supported a tyrant, the Lord Regent. And lived in opulence while the people of the city starve to death and live in fear of plague. Now she'll live out her days, month after month, year after year, far away, even as her fine clothes wear into tatters and her silken hair gets dull and gray. Plenty of time for reflection. I suppose she had to go. Supporting a tyrant, the Lord Regent. And living in opulence while the people of the city starve to death and live in fear of plague. What choice did you have?

Return to the Tower

Burrows not yet eliminated Burrows arrested Burrows killed
Here you are, Corvo, within the high walls of your enemy's stronghold. What an impressive sight you make on your way to face the Lord Regent. How will you end his reign, by blood or by truth? He's not an easy man to get close to. If the Empress had been as well guarded - how different things would be now. Is it just revenge you're after, or do you have another plan in your mind? Will you restore things, make it all right again, and crown a new Empress? Or will you send them all howling into the Void? Either way, I expect a good show. Here you are, Corvo, within the high walls of your enemy's stronghold. You're an unstoppable force, it seems, but also unpredictable. The Lord Regent lives, despite all he's done. And that is most surprising. The last year must have been agony for such a tightly-wound man, watching as the plague spiraled out of control. As people on the streets went mad and died bleeding from the eyes. Knowing that it was all his fault. As you hunted down his people one by one, and finally came for him, he must have realized that all his planning was for nothing. And that must have been exquisitely terrifying. but in the end, you chose the more measured response. What will that mean in the days to come, I wonder. I've lived a long, long time, and these are the moments I wait for. Here you are, Corvo, within the high walls of your enemy's stronghold, the scent of his blood still fresh in the air. My, how you've changed things. You know, the Lord Regent would have fought harder to protect himself, but the truth is, he knew he deserved to die. It must have been agony for such a tightly-wound man to watch as the plague spiraled out of control. As people on the streets went mad and died bleeding from the eyes. Don't worry, I'm not about to tell you that he deserved sympathy. The worst part must have been knowing that it was all his fault. As you hunted down his people one by one, and finally came for him, he must have realized that all his planning was for nothing. And that must have been exquisitely terrifying.

The Flooded District

Corvo poisoned and captured*
Here you are at last, in a ruined and drowning world, held captive by the man who killed your Empress, the assassin Daud. Your friends poisoned you and dumped your body in the river. Did they do it to protect themselves, so no one would ever know what they'd done? Or was it because they were a single move away from controlling an empire, and they knew you'd never let them manipulate Emily? Maybe none of these. Perhaps that's just the nature of man.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

Daud spared Daud killed
You find your way into such interesting places, Corvo. [At the eye of the storm raging between Granny Rags and this man who has lived his whole life with a cleaver in one hand and a bottle in the other.**] Crawling out of those flooded ruins, winding your way back to the pub where you last saw Emily? Where is she now? How does it feel now, knowing your allies betrayed you? Strange how there's always a little more innocence left to lose.
And Daud - the man who killed the Empress. You had him in the palm of your hand, and you let him walk away? You fascinate me. And Daud - you just killed the greatest assassin of the age. Did you do it for love of the Empress or Emily? Or was it the primal desire to rise above other men? Do you even know why?

** This sentence will only appear if Slackjaw is saved.

The End

The Outsider's speech at the end of Dishonored*
Low Chaos High Chaos
Emily alive Emily dead
So ends the interregnum, and now Emily Kaldwin the First will take her mother's throne, after a season of turmoil. You will stand at her side, Corvo, guiding her young mind, and protecting her from those who seek to exploit her, or cause her harm. You watched and listened when other men would have shouted in rage. You held back instead of striking. So it is, with the passing of the plague and Emily's ascension, comes a golden age, brought about by your hand. And decades hence, when your hair turns white and you pass from this world, Empress Emily -Emily the Wise, at the height of her power- will lay your body down within her mother's great tomb, because you were more to her than Royal Protector. Farewell, Corvo. What will history tell us? That the daughter of a murdered empress ascended the throne up a mountain of corpses, carried by an assassin named Corvo. No, they'll say that little Emily Kaldwin the First came to power in an age of terror and corruption, and that she did her best in a world that is not kind to little girls, or Empresses. But whether the stories told mention you by name or not, she will remember that you were there, Corvo. I don't know about you, Corvo, but I've had a lovely time. Intrigue and mystery, butchery and betrayal. The death throes of an empire! And you were an avenging spirit, spreading chaos at every turn. The city's feeding on itself now, liars and merchants and nobles like maggots on a carcass. Soon there'll be nothing left for the rats. It's just as well. The empire was dying already. Completely rotten. All that was needed was the right man, to send it over the edge. But now, you'll be off over the horizon, on an outbound ship. I wonder. Are you chasing something, or running away?

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

The Knife of Dunwall

None Like Her

The Outsider speaks to Daud in the Void*
Daud, my old friend, it's been a long while, but you've got my interest again. How the years pass and the bodies fall. Did you know that there are only eight like you in the world, bearing my Mark? I'm here because you're right. The Empress was different. This time, you can't just fade away into the shadows. There will be consequences. Your story is close to ending, and even you can't escape it. But what ending will you make for yourself? I'm here to give you one last gift, Daud. It's a mystery. One that starts with a name - Delilah.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

Eminent Domain

Timsh not yet eliminated Timsh arrested Timsh killed
Rothwild packed into a crate Rothwild or Ames interrogated Slaughterhouse destroyed
Here's one last lesson, for old time's sake. The Barrister was a champion at finding his enemy's weak points, but he didn't see Delilah as a threat until it was too late. No one's watching Delilah now, except you. And me of course. I see everything. I see forever, and right now I see a man walking a tightrope over a sea of blood and filth. The Empress is dead, and the water's rising.
You've got Rothwild packed into a crate bound for the frozen north, Daud. Surprisingly clean work for a man with so much blood on his hands. Did the empress change you? Or do you think this will help you dodge what's coming? You left a mess on the killing floor, Daud. I guess you know by now these things have a way of catching up with you. But maybe you're past caring. Rothwild's gone and his slaughterhouse is burned to the ground. Even the Empress couldn't boast of a funeral pyre so grand. At the last moment you seem to be acquiring a curious sense of justice. Funny how the final days always mean so much. Don't end up like Arnold Timsh. He died before he could say his last words. For what it's worth, they were "I'm sorry."
You'd better hurry. You're running out of rope.

The Surge

The Outsider's speech at the end of The Knife of Dunwall*
Low Chaos High Chaos
Billie Lurk spared Billie Lurk executed
When Billie Lurk was eight she wanted to be the captain of a ship. From the moment she met you, all she wanted was to be a killer. She watched you. Learned from you. And then she saw you losing your grip, and decided to take your place. And now? She's limping to the outskirts of the city. She'll pay a smuggler to get past quarantine. She'll watch herself for signs of plague for a while. Gradually, the fear and grief that seep into your bones in Dunwall will dissipate, and she'll find a new name and a new use for her skills. Even if Dunwall burns to the ground, one corner of the Empire will still know your story. Daud, killer of an Empress. Daud, who spared his betrayer's life. When Billie Lurk was eight she wanted to be the captain of a ship. From the moment she met you all she wanted was to be a legendary assassin. She watched you, learned from you, and when she saw weakness she struck, just like you taught her. Only you were a little better. In the seconds before she died, she remembered the first time she met you, when you caught her breaking into the school and spared her life. When you made her an assassin it was the proudest moment of her life. She had no regrets. And you, Daud? You once told me Billie Lurk was your finest pupil. Fast and Strong, with a sharp mind, it's no accident she was the only woman you ever trained. And she proved even more ruthless and deceptive than you thought. But she was no match for you. This is why, in a city of horrors, parents will scare their children with the legend of Daud, the Knife of Dunwall, who never chose sides, who preyed on the city's lords, who never swore fealty, who brought down Overseers, once even an Empress. I wonder what the final chapter will be. What happens to scary monsters, in the end?

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

The Brigmore Witches

The Dead Eels

Drapers Ward Riverfront

Before visiting the Mill or after installing the Coil After making a deal with Trimble After killing the Geezer
Low Chaos High Chaos Low Chaos High Chaos Low Chaos High Chaos
You keep surprising me, Daud. Not long ago I watched you kill an Empress and steal her child for coin. For a man like that, you went through Coldridge Prison with an awfully soft touch. I wonder? Are you hoping it will change the way things will work out? Maybe. Maybe not. The song's almost over. And when the music stops, we all fall down. This is the Daud I remember! Corvo left his mark on Coldridge, but they won't soon forget you either. What a relief. Life has been remarkably grim in Dunwall lately. This business with the Eels might call for a little more diplomacy. But in the long view, a smoking ruin makes as good a monument as any. Hello, Daud. I'm enjoying renewing our friendship, if we can call it that.
You've become quite the peacemaker, Daud. The Hatters and Eels are already talking about joining forces against Bottle Street. Be careful what you do. I happen to know, this is how the Empire got started. Mortimer Hat - the man called the Geezer - really used to make hats, did you know that? Granny Rags still has one - she wears it when she's feeling flirty. He lived a long time, and knew many secrets that were lost with him. Did you take pity on him or was it simply easier to get what you needed that way?
You're almost ready to go up-river. You've always been canny, a spider in the web of the city. But you may out-do yourself on this little adventure. You're almost ready to go up-river. I can see nothing’s going to stop you, not gangs or old men or witches. You'll cover yourself in blood if you have to. You're almost ready to go up-river. You've always been canny, a spider in the web of the city. But you may out-do yourself on this little adventure. You're almost ready to go up-river. I can see nothing’s going to stop you, not gangs or old men or witches. You'll cover yourself in blood if you have to.
Ever since the Empress died, it's been getting darker in Dunwall. But it's that moment just before the light goes that matters most of all.

Drapers Ward Sewer System

Before getting the Coil/After getting the Coil (Low Chaos) After getting the Coil (High Chaos)
You're putting it together, aren't you? It's not easy, Delilah's exceedingly bright. Her coven is rising, with her as the night star to guide them. Change is coming, and Delilah has a plan. But do you, Daud? And I don't mean stealing an engine coil or slitting an old man's throat. You're charging up-river and I do believe you'll make it, but what will you do with what you find there? Delilah knows you're coming, cutting a bloody path through the city in search of her. Your nastiest work in years. She's afraid of you. But Delilah is a brilliant woman. Her coven is rising, with her as the night star to guide them. And once she's hatched her new schemes, she'll have a different kind of power: An Empire instead of a coven. I wish you luck. I don't decide who wins and whose body gets tossed into the river to rot. But I do enjoy watching.

Delilah's Masterwork

Going through the painting*
Low Chaos Medium-low Chaos Medium-high Chaos High Chaos
You have many talents, Daud, and they've served you. Delilah's talents are quite different. She creates images, but she does more. She captures spirit, she insinuates her will into her subject, whatever it is. We're witnessing her masterpiece, and perhaps yours as well.
I gave you Delilah's name, and you followed it to this moment. You see now what hangs in the balance – Emily's life, Delilah's ambition, an empire in the act of crumbling. In your long life I've rarely seen you act with such consummate grace. I give my mark sparingly, and I don't play favorites but I will watch this... with unusual attention. Now you understand what you were doing all along. Emily's fate hangs in the balance, but so does yours, and the next few moments may be the last choices you make in your life. There are times when I delight in seeing lives end and chaos spread, but the path you've taken here honors your skills. I give my Mark sparingly, Daud. I've seen it used for power, for love, for money. For strange obsessions that drove the wearer mad. But very, very rarely, for redemption. Now you understand what you were doing all along. Emily's life hangs in the balance, and so does yours. You've taken a bloody road here, and no one has enjoyed it more than I, but there are still a few choices left to make. I give my Mark sparingly, Daud. I've seen it used for power, for love, for money. For strange obsessions that drove the wearer mad. But very, very rarely, for redemption. You see it now. Emily's life hangs in the balance, and Delilah's, and the fate of an empire. The end is coming, and it's been glorious to watch you throw your will against the machinery you set into motion. All things end, all things burn to ash. But you, my friend, burn bright.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

The Outsider's speech at the end of The Brigmore Witches*
Low Chaos High Chaos
You make an eloquent plea, for a man with innocent blood on his hands. It's a shame Corvo doesn't know the real story, isn't it?
How in these last days you passed through Coldridge Prison like a shadow, dared the tangles of Dunwall's underworld and walked out unscathed; outwitted one of the greatest witches in a generation, all with consummate care and skill. How you saved Emily Kaldwin, daughter of the Empress, first of her name, and no one will ever know. But how does it end for Daud the hired killer, the murderer, the savior of the Empire? It's up to Corvo now. How Daud the legendary assassin spent his last days doing whatever it took to save Emily Kaldwin. Defied the keepers of Coldridge Prison, faced down gang leaders, and the terrors of Brigmore Manor. With the end coming, you cut a savage swath through Dunwall, blood and terror, for the fate of the Empire. A story never to be told. And you leave the ending up to Corvo? That's courage. You make your own choice, and accept the price.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

Dishonored 2

A Long Day in Dunwall

Meeting the Outsider for the first time*
Corvo Emily
Low Chaos High Chaos Low Chaos High Chaos
Corvo, old friend, do I even have to say it? You've lost another Empress. Empress Emily Kaldwin. I'm a friend of your father's from the bad old days. I never expected us to meet. I watched your mother die at the hands of schemers who wanted your little empire. [Then you were] Rescued by a killer in a strange mask. I thought that was the end of the excitement.
Delilah was born a pawn, but now she's got the throne. Fifteen years ago, the assassin Daud could have warned you about her if you'd bothered to ask. But you were too busy for questions. Times have changed, Corvo, and you haven't been watching the dark corners of the world. Maybe living in a palace has made you soft. What happens when you push a man farther than he ever thought he could go? Does he snap? And what happens when he tries to go home? Maybe you'll finally learn what it feels like to kill an Empress. Daud could have told you about that, too. I gave you my Mark for a reason. I wanted to know what happens when you take an honorable man's life away, when you push his face down in the mud. What will he do, given the chance? And what a sight it was. You gave yourself over to blood and terror, gave it everything you had. Then you spent fifteen years making sure it wouldn't happen again. But now it has. And this time you know where it leads. Will you do it all again? Where is that good man now? But someone yanked the rug from under your feet. You've lost your throne and your father. And I promise, Delilah won't just give them back. So what are you prepared to do about it, your imperial majesty? And are you clever enough to do it without spilling a river of blood? I asked Corvo those questions fifteen years ago. This is the moment that changed him. Now it's your turn. But Delilah and the Duke are flies in the ointment, aren't they? How many of your own subjects are you ready to slaughter and what are you willing to become? Fifteen years ago, I asked Corvo that last question. This is the moment that changed him. Now it's your turn, Emily.
There's no one quite like Delilah. I watched her pull herself up from blood and filth, until she was in a position to steal from the wisest scholars in the Empire. Delilah slit a man's throat for a pair of shoes and painted some of the most brilliant portraits of the age, all in the same year. There's no one quite like Delilah. I watched her pull herself up from blood and filth, until she was in a position to steal from the wisest scholars in the Empire.
Survival and ambition, art and magic, with a cunning that makes fawning sycophants of those around her. All of it leading to what you saw at Dunwall Tower. Survival and ambition, art and magic, with a cunning that makes sycophants of those around her. All of it leading to what you saw at Dunwall Tower. Survival and ambition, art and magic, with a cunning that makes fawning sycophants of those around her. All of it leading to what you saw at Dunwall Tower.
Delilah's playing the long game. She took all the abuse the world could deal out, and now she has a crown. Delilah's playing the long game, and now she's an Empress. Delilah's playing the long game. She took all the abuse the world could deal out, and now she has a crown.
But I'll let you in on a secret; she's got her eyes set on a much greater prize.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

Edge of the World

Low Chaos High Chaos
Karnaca was a lovely city once, before the Duke began choking the life out of the place. Before the Crown Killer started painting the walls red. Now you're here and I have to wonder whether you're going to give it that final nudge, or pull it back from the edge. We've both seen cities go bad before. Vermin, blood and betrayal. It's happening again. I hope you're ready. I've seen cities go bad before. Smelled the rot. So have you, fifteen years ago in Dunwall. Did you miss it, that years that made you who you are? Don't deny it. Rats in the cradle, black smoke rising from burning bodies, an entire city crying out. Now it's happening again. Welcome back. Welcome home. People like you and the Crown Killer are a part of places like this.

The Good Doctor

No variations
I so enjoy watching history warp as words pass from the lips of one to the ears of another. Imperfectly formed, half understood, poorly remembered. In the years to come, the story of the Crown Killer will be twisted and bent; hammered like soft metal. By some accounts, a monster that had to be put down. By others, a victim of treachery, preserved because in the end you found another way. But you'll always remember the truth won't you? Your truth, at least.

The Clockwork Mansion

Low Chaos High Chaos
I'll tell you a story about Kirin Jindosh, a prodigy from Karnaca. Self-taught, he was hailed by the Academy of Natural Philosophy as a genius who would surpass Sokolov and bring about an age of enlightenment. But just two years after his arrival, he was banned from the Academy of life, for reasons that are still not public. When they deported him, he left behind a machine that drank seawater, playing music that brought listeners to tears. They promptly took it apart, and it has never worked since. I'll tell you a story about Kirin Jindosh, the Duke's Grand Inventor. Once he was commissioned to make a toy for a six year Tyvian noble girl. Jindosh worked for three months and built a machine composed of wood, brass, and the bones of several cats. It ran on a few drops of whale oil a day. The little girl was told she would have a special treat and she was perfectly delighted until the moment it was activated. She lives at an asylum up in Dabokva now, and will until the end of her days.

The Royal Conservatory

Low Chaos High Chaos
Accepted the Mark Refused the Mark Accepted the Mark Refused the Mark
Look at you, making your way across this shuddering city. Look at you, leaving a trail of bloody boot prints across this dying city.
Breanna Ashworth would have been miserable as a member of high society, forced to wed some bloated banker - her only moments of real freedom getting drunk at fancy balls and slipping away to couple with strangers. It would have ended in an unhappy marriage and a late-night plunge into an icy river. But just before her mother and father married her off, so many years ago, she found Delilah instead. It was all highways and graveyards after that, never looking back.
Vice Overseer Byrne is an ambitious man, but he believes in the Abbey's mission, protecting the good people of the empire against the likes of us. You know he'd be happier deep down if this ended with Breanna Ashworth's head on a spike. Maybe yours as well. Vice Overseer Byrne is an ambitious man, but he believes in the Abbey's mission, protecting the good people of the empire against the likes of us. You know he'd be happier deep down if this ended with Breanna Ashworth's head on a spike. Maybe yours as well.

Dust District

No variations
In case you're wondering, Paolo's not one of those unhinged cultists who believe I'll grant them favors if they leave a big enough offering or play just the right musical notes. He doesn't care a fig for me, but he put up this shrine because he found the hand of an old witch I knew once, and Paolo saw right away that it pays to have an edge. Sometimes pieces of us linger long after we're gone. The Duke inherited a vibrant city and wasted no time stripping it to the bone. What will he leave behind? And what about you? Who will you leave to pick up the pieces here in the Jewel of the South?

A Crack in the Slab

Receiving the Timepiece*
Three years ago something inside Aramis Stilton snapped like a cheap lock. A part of him and a part of this house never left that evening. The Duke's inner circle are still gathered here, setting their grand plan into motion. Delilah's plan. And a part of Aramis Stilton is always here, still breaking. The Void is not exactly a place, and it's much older and stranger than you could ever know. It watches you from within. And at the heart of Stilton's house, the Void is leaking through a pinprick left by Delilah's little trick. Even magic is perverted her, and things don't work like they should. Take this. Imagine it's a kind of timepiece. Go and watch the Duke and Delilah. See for yourself what they did.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

Leaving Stilton Manor*
Look around you, a crumbling island at the very edges of the Void. But this one is special. It's the place where my throat was cut, four thousand years ago. This is where my life ended and where it began again. It's where they made me.
Right up until the end I thought I'd find a way to escape. I fought but the ropes only cut my skin so I went limp. And then the knife touched my throat and I knew I'd waited too long. The blood ran out and I became a god. Now you know Delilah's secret. At the end of her days, she drifted through the Void and should have been lost forever. But her will and cunning are second to none. She found this place, the island in the Void where I became what I am. It changed her and she discovered a way to draw from it, tapping into the power here. Delilah is... a part of me now. And I don't like it.
You have to give Delilah credit. She tore out a piece of herself and hid it away, inside a thing made of bones. She's made herself immortal. If you want to kill Delilah, you're going to have to find her spirit and give it back to her. Reaching it won't be easy, but what comes after that might be the hardest thing you'll ever have to do.

* This speech occurs automatically and does not take place at a shrine.

The Grand Palace

Corvo Emily
You're back at the heart of your homeland. A bigger, better palace than the one you sailed away from so long ago. Feeling nostalgic? Will you ever be comfortable in Dunwall again, assuming you make it back? You've seen the suffering here, the decay. But dear Corvo would you even have lifted a finger if the Duke hadn't put Emily in harm's way? Be honest now. Here you are back among your own people, the palace-born and those who curry their favor. Are you feeling more comfortable, majesty? Are these the people you want running a quarter of your Empire? No? It never seemed to bother you before. Maybe it looks different up close. Maybe here it's harder to ignore the way the people outside the palace get through they day.
In any case, I know what you're after. The Heart you carry can only hold one spirit at a time, so if you want to walk out with a piece of Delilah, you'd better be ready to leave something behind.

Death to the Empress

Corvo Emily
Low Chaos High Chaos Low Chaos High Chaos
Welcome home, Lord Protector. Welcome home, Your Majesty.
Delilah's waiting for you. She's been sleeping badly for the last couple of weeks because that piece of her you're carrying around has been calling out, begging her to take it back. She feels the same craving, but she'll fight to the death to stop you from putting her spirit back where it belongs. You were careful in Karnaca. Let's see how that serves you in the tower where you and Jessamine fell in love. Delilah's got the throne and your daughter, but now she's got a secret as well. Delilah's been waiting for you with murder in her heart, but also fear. She tore her spirit apart to avoid the sting of death, and now her nightmare is coming from her, and it's you. Moving through Karnaca, you left a trail of corpses at your back, but in Dunwall, Delilah has amassed her own pile of bodies. All hail the victor, assuming there's anyone left to celebrate. Delilah's waiting for you. She's been sleeping badly for the last couple of weeks because that piece of her you're carrying around has been calling out, begging her to take it back. She feels the same craving, but she'll fight to the death to stop you from putting her spirit back where it belongs. You were careful in Karnaca. Let's see how that serves you in the tower where you were born. Delilah's got the throne and your father, but now she's got a secret as well.

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