The birds flew high over the salty ocean waters by the dock, though everything else seemed to be in complete disarray and chaos, death all around him. Corvo adjusted the duffle bag that was slung over his shoulder and looked up at the dark skies of the ruined Dunwall City for the last time as he stood on the docks.
His gaze was darker though, a mix of emotions overtook him as he recapped on his experience in the city, too busy in his own thoughts to see his "friend" watching him from a distance with his arms crossed and leaning against a wall, black voids for eyes staring at him.
"Dear Corvo, revenge has corrupted you. You are no longer the noble man you once called yourself."
A heavy sea breeze blew by. It carried the scent of the sea, and of the corpses he left in his wake.
"...But now, you'll be off over the horizon, on an outbound ship..."
The ship's horn blew loudly, a warning for those who wished to board it. Corvo turned and walked up the plank with heavy footsteps.
"...I wonder..."
Corvo then paused, swearing that he heard something...
"Are you chasing something..."
The horn honked again, it's final warning. Corvo started walking again, head bowed and face grim. The fist that bore the Mark of the Outsider clenched with his knuckles turned white.
"...Or running away?"
Was he running away?
The assassin looked at the horizon, pondering the question himself.
The ship then began to set sail, back to Serkonos, and the man who was leaning against the wall was no longer there.
This was just a quick drabble I wrote after finishing my playthrough of Dishonored, which is one of the best games I've ever played c:
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