Corvo hung from the chain weakly. It was the only thing keeping him away from the weepers down below. He clutched the chain tighter as he cursed Daud under his breath. His supplies sat on the ground, taunting him from below. Corvo was beginning to think going after his supplies was a foolish endeavor, and that just going after Daud would have proven a better option. Better? Perhaps not entirely. There was no "better" in this situation. There was either: face weepers or face trained assassins. Both were lethal in their own special way. His body ached from the constant abuse it had been victim to.
Everything was weighing on him both physically and emotionally. The second betray hurt worse than the first in an odd way. It would make sense for the first to hurt more since the Empress died, but it had not. Corvo sighed. It was probably because he thought he could trust the Loyalists. He thought that he was among people who really wanted to see justice and knew of how he had been wronged. However, he was gravely mistaken. They did not want to help him clear his name and rebuild his life. And to think he almost considered them to be family. How could all of them just sit there and play nice with him? They gave him another face only to tarnish it again with disgrace and guilt. The moans of the weepers brought him back from his thoughts. He was then again brought back to his current predicament. His thoughts and reality were plagued with negativity. There was no escape. No, maybe there was another way.
"Outsider," Corvo closed his eyes tight in shame. He was never one to beg, and he felt embarrassed doing so now. He was pleading an empty case. "Please, help me right now. I know that this is pathetic and I should be able to do better, but the truth is that I cannot. I need your help. I need to save Emily from my mistake." Corvo kept his eyes shut. He was too embarrassed to open them. He waited for what seemed like ten minutes and nothing happened. He opened his eyes with dismay.
"You are the one who said I was interesting. Would you really like to see me die now and not know what I would have done if I survived?" He tried again, but took the bargaining route. The Outsider was not a compassionate being; that much was obvious. The only way to get his full attention was to offer an interesting conflict. Corvo hung for another ten minutes, each minute passing him and draining his hope. He closed his eyes once more.
"Oh, Corvo, this is truly a sad feat to find you in. You begging for me, and I having the option to abandon you here." Corvo looked at the Outsider who was now floating merely inches away from him. He had a wicked smile on his lips that let Corvo know he could certainly not count on him. Corvo remain silent and could not look into the Outsider's jet black eyes. "You truly are lucky that you entertain me so, or else I would not be so willing to help you." The Outsider said still smirking. As Corvo hung uselessly from the chain, the Outsider stopped time. The being lowered himself and grabbed Corvo's supplies. Corvo jumped to an available ledge and eyed the Outsider. The dark deity suddenly appeared in front of Corvo, supplies in hand. Corvo made a move to grab his weapons with his left hand, but the Outsider caught it in a firm hold. He twisted it to get a better look of his mark.
"I gave this to you as a gift, and your choices with it have been interesting. It would be a pity for the show to end so soon." With the blink of an eye, the Outsider vanished leaving Corvo alone and with his supplies in his hands.