Corvo struggled to sit up, but his wounds were too great. He heard the boat engines stop, and was able to turn over to see the Hound Pit's Pub. A sanctuary, if ever there was one in this cursed city. They tied up to the pier, and Samuel hoisted Corvo out of the boat and into Havelock and Martin's arms, who quickly carried him inside.

"What happened?" Havelock quickly asked.

"Corvo thought it would be a good idea to tranquilize the Lord Regent, throw him over his shoulder, and toss him from the top of Dunwall Tower. It worked, and made quite a spectacle, but the ensuing chaos resulted in half the guards turning on the other half. Corvo was able to get away, but right as he got to me, a guard shot him. He fell in the water, and I guess the watchman mistook him for dead. I was able to get him onto the boat and speed away. I think I was spotted, but they were too busy to do anything about it."

"Well, as long as you weren't followed, that's good. Now let's see to Corvo..." At this point, Corvo was losing consciousness. He slipped into a deep sleep, but stayed awake just long enough to hear Lydia say "Cecelia, help me out here".

Corvo woke up in his bed, with his chest still sore. He saw Cecelia approach him.

"Are you alright? Lydia had some healing training, but she had never used it before"

Corvo felt his wounds. They were completely healed up. But there were now stitch marks, no scar. The wound was simply gone. And what was more, Corvo could feel the residual energies of... the Outsider. He then wondered why Cecelia always wore gloves.

"Cecelia, can I ask you something?"

"S-sure." She said, somewhat nervously.

"Can you take off your gloves? I want to see your hands." At this, her eyes widened in shock and fear, then her face became blank, almost as if it was trained to hide her emotions. Now Corvo was convinced. He threw his hand up, and instantly the world around him stopped moving. Cecelia, however, continued to move, and her hand underneath her glove seemed to glow. Cecelia was shocked.

"You-you have the Mark as well? I thought I was the only one."

"No. There are others like us. And we each have different powers. I can travel long distances in the blink of an eye, I can see things not normally visible. I can stop time, throw objects away from me, and summon swarms of rats."

"I can heal any wound, be it mine or another's. I can also stop time, and I can detect people's true intents. What they are planning, what their true emotions are, I can see it."

"It must be unsettling, having the High Overseer just a couple of rooms away. I know that I constantly make sure not to use my powers while Martin is around."

"It is somewhat unnerving, but I can see into his heart, and I know that he does not suspect a thing about me or you. I scrutinized his mind, and saw almost no notion that he distrusts you."

"Well...thank you. I didn't know you cared that much."

"Well...you are...very important to the Loyalists and..." Cecelia was stammering, and her face was turning almost as red as her hair.

"Whats wrong?" Corvo was wondering what was causing this embarrassment.

"Well... I sort of like you. I mean, Havelock likes you as a soldier, and Piero likes you as a tester of his inventions, but I...feel attracted to you. You are mysterious and dark, but also strong and swift. You move like a shadow, and you are one of the few others who hides a secret as great as ours. I love you, Corvo Attano." Corvo was slightly shocked by this unexpected revealing. He then did something even more unexpected- he grabbed Cecelia by the arms, pulled her in, and kissed her. For one single second, she was shocked, then she returned the kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other and tightened their grip. For almost 2 hours, they released infinite amounts of passion onto each other.

Eventually, Wallace came up to check on them. He saw Corvo and Cecelia lying in bed, stripped down to their undergarments, snug in each others arms. He told them that if Corvo was healthy enough, they would start the celebrations. They dressed and headed down to see the Hound Pits Pub alive with color and celebration.

"Congratulations to Corvo Attano, the man who slew the scum of Dunwall! Hail Emily Kaldwin, the Empress, and a rising dawn for the Empire!" Lord Pendleton was the more poetic one, but he mirrored the feelings of everyone. They were all so happy to be free of Hiram Burrow's tyranny, and hoped that the dark days of the rat plague were behind them. At least, that was what it seemed like. As Corvo turned to face Cecelia, he saw that she had a worried look on her face. She quickly pulled him off to the side.

"What's wrong" Corvo felt he already knew the answer, knowing Cecelia's powers.

"Havelock, Pendleton, Martin. They've all got heaps of deception in their hearts. They're planning something."

"Can you see what it is?"

"No, but it can't be good. We should be ready to escape."

"Wait. These are our allies. Besides, they know what I am capable of."