Chapter Three

Idle Contemplation

What interesting times, these mortals live in now. Never before have so many of them fascinated me. Let alone, so greatly.

I rolled my eyes. He's at it again. Anton Sokolov, enough with your disgusting rituals and sacrifices! If you desire to speak with me so badly, why don't you start by being a much more remarkable person? Piero Joplin is more entertaining than you.

Not that Piero would ever admit that I have spoken to him in his dreams. He's not stupid enough to incur the wrath of the Abbey of the Everyman.

I do wonder how the mortal is doing…They have yet to return to the Shrine.

Have they been detained by the Overseers? Ah well, it's no matter. The mortal will turn up eventually.

Let's see…

A mother shall lose a child today. Murdered by the Overseers for a crime her son never committed. A different mother will die giving birth to her child. That child shall be stillborn.

One of Daud's Novice Whalers will take their first life today. Their Master will take one of theirs tomorrow for disloyalty. And Daud himself will retire soon. He has yet to decide where to settle down.

Granny Rags' "little birdies" will kill a member of the Bottle Street gang in the morning. In the afternoon, Granny Rags will turn him into a fine stew. And in the evening, she'll carve his bones into a new charm.

Bundry Rothwild is still trying to find his way out of Tyvia…How amusing.

Barrister Timsh is still rotting away in Coldridge Prison, along with the former Royal Spymaster, Hiram Burrows, and the leader of the Loyalist Conspiracy, Farley Havelock.

Delilah Copperspoon is still crying like a spoiled little child in the darkest reaches of The Void. Perhaps I should pay her a visit, to check on her state of mind. After all, I do love poetic justice…

Former High Overseer Thaddeus Campbell has finally succumbed to the Rat Plague…Such a shame. I was hoping he'd suffer more for his heinous crimes.

Morgan and Custis Pendleton are still slaving away in their own silver mines…How boring.

Lady Boyle…Well…I am never going to get that image out of my mind…How repulsive.

And there's Corvo Attano. He will sit before Jessamine Kaldwin's grave, like he has been every day since his return to Dunwall Tower as the Royal Protector. Ironic, really, since he still carries a piece of her with him everywhere he goes.

He wants to destroy it. But he can't bring himself to do it. He doesn't want to bring further damage to Jessamine's soul.

I wonder what the future holds for young Empress Emily Kaldwin the First.

Let's take a look at your future, Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin.

I slashed my hand through the air, and held both of my hands up, my fingers mimicking the beak of a crane.

I cannot help but smile at what I see. This is going to be very fascinating thread of Time.

Fourteen years from now, Empress Emily Kaldwin will be dethroned. Just like how her mother was. Except Emily will survive to fight another day.

Although, I have to wonder…Will Emily gain her throne back, all by herself? Her father will have certainly made her into a worthy assassin.

Or, will Emily Kaldwin ask Corvo Attano to regain her throne for her?

I will watch this strand closely, and perhaps weave it into existence…